Makeup
Thin cover
Old hurt
Quiet blur
We stall
Handshake
Half reach
Half pull
Awkward beat
Small thaw
Hug
Arms lift
Walls drop
Breath steadies
We soften
Kiss
Not lips
Just peace
A nod
A release
Or something
That shift
That click
That hum
We know
Just makeup already
No pride
No spin
Just us
Saying sorry
And meaning it
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments1
This poem gives the fell of old friends that have known each other for a long time. There has been an old hurt that has half healed. Well written
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