Better Than Me…
You chase my skirt
Blowing in the wind, always too diminutive to catch it
And then, at last you run
Finding your legs, finding your lungs
The speed in which you proceed, I can’t catch you
Quickness becomes you
Hands on my knees…I slow down to catch my breath
But, you hold on to my skirt, only to light a torch to it
Burning my courage where I left it
I am ash compared to you
Still, you are brilliant in your lack of words
Your silence dies with the last drink of red wine
But if I can just taste you…
I’d live another day and you’d still be better than me
Writing With Hope 
February 5, 2017 at 9:45 AM
Lovely poem.
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February 5, 2017 at 10:53 AM
Thank you, I am going to do more poems. 🙂
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February 5, 2017 at 11:59 AM
Great job…I’m glad I got to star in the pic! 🙂
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February 5, 2017 at 12:10 PM
Thanks for the inspiration! 🙂
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