i am tired
of the grooves in
my heart that
came from being
too good with a chisel
too soon.
i am tired
of picking the shavings
off the floor
knowing they will
not reattach.
so i’m sorry
that i’ve become
such a good chalk
artist.
i’m sorry
your name looks
too beautiful
to leave.
i’m sorry
that chalk smudges.
but stay
and stain your hands
with me.
the feeling
of your touch
will last
so much longer.
YOU ARE READING
National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 2015
PoetryEvery year, I participate in National Poetry Writing Month. The goal is to write a poem every day in April. These are the poems I wrote for NaPoWriMo 2015.
