28
in nurseries
by Katarina Bordeaux
In the half-light,
she could not tell
their faces apart.
Knowing she would
not see them in
daylight again,
she touched their
cheeks with her
index finger and drew
a heart shape.
Those that kept her called,
and she knew her time
with them was complete.
She whispered not
I love you,
but I can not
love you more than this
and walked away.