Back

I’m not your savior

I saw your pain,
This afternoon.
My hands longed,
To run your back.

If I touched,
I might melt away.

The smell of cloves,
Fill the room.
Stale beer, emanating
From the floorboards.

The rays from the T.V.,
Illuminate the room.

Only here in this
Dimly lit room
Can I be with you.

I'm not your savior
You’re not mine.

Julie Perez #Musings #words #poetry