When you held my hand
Our souls reached out
The stars threw spears
The tides refused to fall
I was your ace, you said
Tucked away in your sleeve
To be played at the right time
I lay in wait, alone, in vain
Days, weeks, months, years
All passed hidden in your sleeve
One day, along came a spider
The rain did not wash him away
Today I am left with nothing
Nothing but a memory
A memory of ten fingers
Entwined forever, in a hopeless wish
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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