Isaac

Isaac

A three part poem series

But, Really. 

It wasn't picture perfect
Truly not something I'd expect
But it was remarkable
Undeniably, the night was magical.

Lead.

The hint of bitter smoke lingers
Something I didn't want but now needed
The trail of tender fingers
It all started with a "just follow my lead".

Like Gum.

I'm worried to start with a "hey"
In fear you'd leave me
Just to throw me away
Like gum you wrapped tightly.