Hold My Hand.

I tried to convey in this poem what was wrong with a relationship I was in - lack of communication.

I wanted you to hold my hand;
Instead you reached for a book
and began to read.

I felt cold where we walked outside;
you casually put your hand in your pocket
and carried on down the street.

At the bus stop where we sat,
I poured out my heart to you
and your hand stayed by your side.

I wanted you to hold my hand,
for comfort, affection,
just to know that you were there,
but you never gave in.

The End

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