gayyyyyyy

The grip of hands, a final hold,

A fear that chills, a story told.

To let you go, a painful plea,

For what will be, I cannot see.

A tapestry of moments past,

Woven fast, too good to last.

Each whispered word, a gentle art,

Now torn apart, a breaking heart.

The thought of never seeing you,

Forever blue, a somber hue.

A silent prayer within my soul,

To make me whole, to make me whole.

Though paths diverge, and futures call,

Beyond the wall, where shadows fall.

I’ll hold you here, within my mind,

A love defined, forever kind.