Loose But Always With Me Poem by Brooke Moran

Like a small, skiny strain of hair You tickle me
I feel it
But I dont see you there
Where are you when I feel you
Why cant I see you right away
I know you're right beside me but I dont catch you right away
You're not like the other strain of hairs, you become loose and fall to my shirt.
I dont like it when you subside, then you arent attached to my side.
I miss you
This is hard
Please dont be apart
dont be apart from me
I shed a tear
and even in a mediocor hour I need you here.