Some days,
I just want to hold some
Body.
Some days,
I just want to hold
Myself.
And some days,
I just want some body
To hold me.
But most days,
The first and the last
Are on hold.
I’m growing weary,
So often being on hold.
I’m growing tired,
Of being all I have to hold,
While on hold,
on my own.
Post-a-day 2021
