palms in hand, ever so tight
ever so lightly, ever so right
fingers running up your face
to feel your closeness, to know its pace

in your slumber I await
stripped of words, trust in fate
in sight you still remain the same
heartbeats touch, never shall change

I watch you sleep, a moment so rare
to touch you, hold you, in my care
and to this day I hold so dear
in times of past, episodically clear

in my hands, i do not know
in my heart, i’ve lost control
on these thoughts, in its time
shades of hours pass the night

white shirt on with tussled hair
out I go; no time to spare
back thru town, central square
drinking pass in my despair

so hear me shout, watch me cry
all of this, kept deep inside
pawns of fate, slaves of age
yet only for your hand I wait


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