Let's pretend for a moment, let's hold hands
Grasp the soft of my palm
no no, not the curve of my nape
Put your arms around my shoulders
please. not the small of my back
and walk with me, you see
Even with the curtains down and the lights off
The switch seems to maintain some company
When it's quiet I can hear the echo of your footsteps
Pacing, debating, and then slowly diminishing
Your lashes, they fluttered closed when I grazed your cheek
And what used to be is no longer a tucked away framed memory
Can I ask you why these lines are blurring?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We can really hold and not pretend! Love begets love!