Sunday, April 21, 2013


My hand would crawl back to yours
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

I lift your arm to put around my shoulder
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.

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