My Journal Poem by Kewayne Wadley

My Journal



I opened her closed fingers.
Filling them with the open space of gaps between mine.
These things words could not say.
Still she remained my journal.
Always.
Even if we didn't know what to say.

Monday, February 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: confessional,for her,love
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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