Remember that night we three walked a long way back home?
My hand in yours, yours in his
I chattered to your left like a cicada to summer heat
You clutched my fingers with eyes dig into my sorrow deep
He watched us by silence and gentle summer breeze
You turned to him, him to you
You smiled in beauty, and said ‘we’re so lucky’
He stood and searching, ‘why? My sweety’
I walked and waiting, ‘because i have you, you have me’
I hugged you in deep, you sweetest thief
His grey hairs did weep
My heart lost in dream
Your smiles hanged still on the soft beam
His love, my friendship, you stole back home
Leave a Reply