I wonder.. Could I rest my head?
I know not this stranger but I feel a warmth from his red fleece.
How would he react if I just sink into the top of his arm? Would he shrug me off in disgust as my skin bears not the same colour as him? My head feels heavy, I really want to try. I really want to rub my tears on his clothes, I yearn for his comfort when I cry. But instead I just sit beside, and wonder of this weird fantasy.
Nicola Dady
October 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem