This hand that held mine along with the strings of my heart,
The one that tugged that the thought of fleeing.
And leaving me with so much more than the usual butterflies & smiles.
Those arms that protected me, even from myself,
Had me believing in belongining and happiness.
Gliding across the floor,
Knowing you'll find me no matter how far I go.
That strength with which you encompassed me,
Letting me be, simply me.
Just us two watching even as people threw rocks.
Those pageless tales you told,
The ones that traded even the darkest thoughts for one genuinely smaller.
We've always been so close but so far apart.