My hand would crawl back to yours
Even after a small disagreement between us
Even after a small disagreement between us
My head rests against your broad shoulders
Even when we're sweating from the heat of the sun
Even when we're sweating from the heat of the sun
I lift your arm to put around my shoulder
Even if It's heavier than my bag
Even if It's heavier than my bag
These are all automatic gestures, things I do without realising.
But in a few weeks I will have no ones hand to hold, no ones cheeks to kiss.