Grip

Grip

A Story by Kathryn Smith

I speak of you
and I grip the chair 
I dream of you
and I grip my bed sheets
I miss you
And grip my heart
The leaves change
They fall to the ground 
Where are you now?
Do you miss me? 
I still want you
But cant have you
But yet
Maybe I can 
My soul is tired
I wish you could hold me 
and I'd grip 
Your love 
The breeze nips
My coat zips 
My boots stomp 
I'll still love you
Forever

© 2019 Kathryn Smith


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Added on October 1, 2019
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