I was the simple coloured thread <br />he spent hours weaving <br />to tie around your ankle <br />and the song she sang along to <br />the book you borrowed and always meant to read <br />with a four leaf clover pressed between the pages <br />I was the cold air that made her lips <br />stick to yours <br />to leave you both laughing <br />I was the walk around the pond at midnight <br />the itchy grass <br />the mosquito bites <br />and the letter you spent days writing <br />but never sent <br />I was your tightened fist clutching the moon <br />and all the sleepless hours <br />you spent dreaming through the night <br />I was the firefly that shined so brightly <br />but only for a moment <br />I was<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hint-at-it/
