Kacey Klein

short stories ~ literary fiction ~ social commentary

copyright © 1999 - 2012

Poems

Memories

 

And, we'll hold hands

And, people won't think we're lovers

Because we're not.

And, walk, our bare feet in the sand

water coming up, backing away.

And, we won't talk,

nothing to say that hasn't been said.

Nothing to say that won't be said.

Just be, for a breath of the universe.