Maybe

By Autumn J. Cuff

Your hands on my body, a touch so divine,  

Better than any love I've ever known, in time.  

There's something in the way you see through me,  

I try to move on, but you won't let me be.  

Your memory lingers, I can't escape,  

A bond so deep, no distance can break.  

I live for you, I see you, I breathe for you,  

Caught in a dance that feels both old and new.  

I don't know how we ended up in this pit,  

But your soul’s the one I need, and I can’t quit.  

Though we may grow, still I can't understand,  

Why don't we grow apart, still you hold my hand.  

Baby, I need you, my heart turning blue,  

Maybe you’re worth it, just maybe, it’s true.

About the Author

Autumn Cuff, Virginia State University

Autumn Cuff is a junior English major with a minor in Film Studies at Virginia State University, hailing from Philadelphia. Passionate about writing and reading nonfiction, Autumn has been creatively writing since high school, with a particular focus on African American history. Through her work, she aims to explore and illuminate the richness of historical narratives while also honing her craft as a storyteller. When not writing, Autumn enjoys delving into films and readings that challenge societal perspectives and foster deeper understanding.