Touching silent bases
We dreamed to remember
Clutched arms around me tight
Listening for clues in happy sighs that
Linger less than stinging words
Like im not serious
About this girl
She not the one but I like her
She is fun
Stinging less than loneliness
I'll hold her little hand
Wet in the leaves that haven't fallen
Yet in the
Golden day
We wake up slow holding hope
For safety in arms
among other things
We can't sort out with words