.
Two hands
tightly held.
I asked you
and you replied.
Wrapped around each other,
bound inextricable
for all time.
Never heard you whisper
of a wanting.
Never saw me lose my mind.
Days pass by,
years kind,
but I am scared of our divide.
Terminate along this line.
Two lights ending
under the night sky.
Will we ever know the sight
of you,
of me
again?
Maybe some other place,
some other time,
I’ll feel you through me
like a wind
in winter’s sad design.
Beautiful,
but asking for your life,
like you asked me for mine.
Fade,
like a picture in a frame,
and I will fade away
with you again.
.
.
HG – 2020