This was written  during my adolescent angst period. Most of my poetry from that time was, quite frankly, self-pitying crap. But I always liked this one. 

It was written for a very close friend.

ALMS

Like a bird in the winter,

You fed me,

Knowing...

The ground was frozen.

Knowing...

I would never come to your hand.

Knowing...

You did not need my gratitude.

Softly...

Like snow falling on snow.

Softly...

So not to frighten me.

Softly...

As a whispered "I love you"

You threw your crumbs

On to the

Cold, hard ground.

And walked away.

Never looking back,

To see if I followed.

Laura S. Anderson

~Layla~