Anna’s story: Emily Dickinson’s 1391 Wednesday, 25 November 2009Posted by carryapoem in Stories.
Tags: Emily Dickinson
Should I call? Should I text? Does that person at the party remember who I am? Perhaps I shouldn’t interrupt the acquaintance absorbed in their canteen cup of coffee. Then again:
They might not need me — yet they might —
I’ll let my Heart be just in sight —
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity —
A poem to make you feel less insecure, and make you remember that we are all only human, and sometimes just need a smile.