A Hand Simply Out Of Reach Poem by Hayden mccain

A Hand Simply Out Of Reach



We were like the tide
drifting away with our
shallow streams
of dreams.
Never really knowing
which way the wind
was blowing.
But as the days
dimmed to dawn
we wake up the
next morning
and they're gone.
Leaving us alone
with one thing to do
move on.

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