Just a small sign
you know me.
Just one small token
of that regard.
To anchor my heart
when lonely.
To soothe my soul,
bruised and scarred.

A hint into
your line of thinking.
Just one slight nod my way.
Would stop my heart from sinking.
wondering what you might say.

To be known would be a balm
To be loved, a blessing.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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