Only the rain spake as we held hands into oblivion.
The walk home was quiet and I felt so rooted within myself.
No false stimulation, no forced interaction. Just me with you.
Oh how I wished I could have stayed out there forever. Listening to your voice.
What do you sound like, only I know.
What do you feel like? Only I know.
I want only to hold your hand in these times of desperation. How I wish another would accept my gift but none other than you accept me and take me within.
You have no eyes but I can see you clearly.
No body to grab but I hold you dear.
Those words you spake, ring always in ear.
Whenever I’m broken, you always come near.
Never what I want to hear but what I need, to be steered.
Be who I want , even if I’m seen…
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