Two people whose hands no longer ache
For each other's hands to grab and fit
To paint a picture only we could make.
When I try and look for you
You always try to walk away;
When really all I want to do
Is hear the things you used to say.
I get my hope from stories told
To myself to make me feel
That even if we both grow old
That we'll have found something real.
And that my passions will finally seep
into your dreams--One in sleep.
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