What I Did Next

and then i went to the rest room
to touch the coldness of water
my fingers want to feel
what numbness is in my head

i see the woman crying
i see the child inside the niche
everyone is looking for the comfort
in each others hands
a hold, a stare, a word

to date, there is still none.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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