The hand You Once Held
To my first love
7 years ago, he held my right hand on a public bus. 4 years ago, he was gone forever to never come back.
With him, I was whole.
Without him, I broke.
when he was here, he was absent. Now that he is gone, I feel him everywhere. My love and my hope; My strenght and weakness. Here I stand by waiting for you to come home. I wished that I could hold your hand, the same way you held mine.
I forgive your mistake, but shall I never forgive mine.
My happiness, my sweetness - rest in peace forever I’ll be yours.
Fate misunderstood my hope when I wished to be alone.
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Semra Laureen Hill Jean
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