Pickles from My Mind

Your Three Words


Your three words melt through me.

Seeping through the cracks of the walls I built.

Your three words don’t touch me.

Except that it sweeps me off my feet.

Your three words mean nothing to me.

Words make no sense when all senses throb in glee.

Your three words, they chase me.

Once in the morning and thrice in my sleep.

Your three words, I’ll say it back, you’ll see.

Say it back to you in 1, 2, 3…

– by Nini Realista Garado


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