Charles Malcolm


Brave Little Girl. Sad Old Man. - Poem by Charles Malcolm

'I can shut the door, '
I offered.

'Don't. I like the blue, '
she said.

I wrapped my fingers around her hipbone
and watched her chest rise and fall
as she blew warm air through bright red lips.

I had never seen her so down
but she kept giving
herself
to myself
and to others.

It hurt me
but it shouldn't have
and it wasn't supposed to.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, love


Comments about Brave Little Girl. Sad Old Man. by Charles Malcolm

  • Kelly Kurt (7/31/2016 3:49:00 PM)


    A wonderfully written piece, Charles. Thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2016


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