When I was a kid
I used to take my tears and write on a glass
I would watch my little finger
Moving up and down graceful
With care
Forming shapes of bodies of people
I had never seen
Searching for the little happiness
That would help me heal
In those little seconds
I found me again.
Watching the shapes disappear
Tear drops staining my creation
Heavy sobs made my little finger tremble
©kirievee
K