i just want to hold your hanD
and feel it holding mine
bonded by eternal glue perhaps
kidding,
i just
dOn’t want to lose you
agaiN
but what if I do
and you come back around
like you did
in The spring of may?
invisibLe string so to spEak
that broughT you back to me
pulled me forth
into
the right arms; yours
but even if
fate happens to snap this strinG
i hope that she dOes it
ever so slowly
too gently
for me to notice
and scornfully weep
and fill books upon books
of sad poetry and prose
such that
no rebuttal of mine
would seem to be enough
for fate’s claws to keep off
i just hope
it won’t come down to this.