Wrists

What are they?
Wrists...
Connections
From our arms to our hands.
Covered in bracelets
Sweatbands
Watches
Drawings
Scars
Bruises.
They tell an awful lot
Those thin wrists.
Mine...
Pale
Scrawny
A lot of things to tell, secrets.
I dare
To look at them.
You frown.
They connect.
You
to
Me.
You're so worried,
You sleep
and
You dream
Of me.
You tell me you care
But I sigh
Because I know it's all lies.

I turn
I walk away
And you,
You reach out
Grab
My Wrist.

"Don't go...

I love you..."

And he kept hold
Of my wrist.
So,
I took his.
Didn't let go.
Learned his secrets.
Soul
to Soul.

"Don't let go..."