Monday, October 22, 2012

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Dear Nexen,


When my arms feel tired
Because you need to be held
A little longer than usual
And you finally fall asleep
Enough for me to put you down
I marvel
At how empty
My arms feel
Without you in them
And I remember
How quickly
These days will pass
And you will barely
Need me to hold you
At all
And when you wake-up
And ask to be held again
I forget
That my arms were ever tired