can i hold your hand
can
i carry the parts
that
are too heavy
can i talk in the night
when
i am afraid
and
will you listen
until
my mind settles
and
asks the sun to rise
will
we walk out in the day
knowing
the winds we face
can
knock us over without
disgrace
can
i hold your hand at night
on
a beach in October
when
your world is dark and cold
and
make you tea
before
you sleep because you are you
and
tired
can
i look at you in the morning
as
you leave the house
and
think of you during the day
when
i want
and
send you thoughts
of
how warm you are
dressed
in old wool and cotton
not
needing to fight a world
that has lost its way
do
you ever long like this?
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