I don’t know you anymore.
If I held your hands,
I would end in total misery
For our lives seemed to be entwined;
And I all I could say for us,
That love was blind.
She was there for you, all the time.
She didn’t know what to do, except see life
In your eyes.
Was life that distraught? Was is it so
Sublime?
I wanted to hold your hand
But the fear, of loosing lives colour
Was embed,
When I held your palm,
I did not want to be blamed-
To blamed for being
Decoloured.
If I held your hand
It meant that I was reading grey all the while
I felt so drown,
So blown
It seems, I let go of your hands.
I can see life as it is.
Techni-colour.
Life is no longer dull, gloom
But in total bloom.
But now, someone holds your hands,
I pray that you do better, than I did.
Hold her hands, with care.
Let her see joy that you have seeded.
Si je n'avais pas tenu vous transmet, je vous aurais rencontré.
Yours truly
audie
