To Say It or Not To
There are
So many things
To say
And so many
Fears that follow.
Sometimes,
I think
Nothing
Should be
Said –
Sometimes,
I think one letter
Would do it.
I can’t predict
How you’ll
React –
I don’t know
What your thoughts
Will be.
All I can do is
Wait and hope;
Hope that this
Doesn’t push you
Out of my life.
I need you
In my life
In some way;
Some small way.
It doesn’t feel
Like you need me –
If I tell you
I love you,
Will you tell me
What you need?
Tactile
The bartender watches the young couple leave.
“It’s a nice feeling; holding someone’s hand.” She says.
“I wouldn’t know.” I say.
“You’ve never held someone’s hand?” She says.
“No one wants to be that close to me.” I say.
I leave before she can say anything else.
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 