[january.14.2008.6:49pm.EST]
i could read our
love story in the
words the stars
wrote for us.
from up here,
thoughts of you
keep me secure
if this seatbelt
chose to give
way.
they held hands;
an old love was
hidden in their
palms yet i
didnt feel shut
out from it;
i want that for us:
a hand held love
that we maintain
to hold on to
through our lives
as time brings us
to our elderly ages.
my fear of flying
alone took flight
from my psyche as
i felt love gently
caress me...
even though you
werent there
holding my
hand.
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