Her tortured voice
released for all
yet not for someone
past too disturbed
to feel the touch
of one on one
the roof alone
hears his whispers
where you go I go
you fall I fall too
she flexes fingers
holds his hand
first time ever
not alone
Eric/BelievingSightUnseen
Go Dog Go Café 
Reblogged this on EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen.
LikeLike
Eric,
I love how this one describes the arc of connection between two people accepting one another and showing the strength and support that comes from that feeling of not being alone anymore… that someone has your hand.
Really nice poem. Thank you for sharing.
S
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Stephen … I’m still finding my way as a new Barista … not so much the words … I just write them as they come to me … more the etiquette when I’d like a poem to appear her as a Go Dog Go Cafe original but also appear on my blog. I find it a bit odd to see a ‘comment’ that just amounts to me re-blogging myself! Eric
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: Where you go … – The Militant Negro™
Very lovely Eric.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Beth – it feels good to write where you do too.
LikeLike