mine
I need this
little nuggets I hide in my pocket
this is part of my smile
half a picture in a locket
this is mine
late at night, together with alone
I chose with my eyes open
dial the number on the phone
piece of unique
this separates me from the robots
the pictures you remember
times never forgot
spice of nature
the kick that ignites a spark
major details, minor differences
in every beat of every heart
A moving poem, Shannon Apollo.
thanks!