Hand

Sometimes I imagine meeting again

Even though so much time has passed.

But I don’t want you to see me

Because I don’t think you’ll understand

Why I can’t feign youth and naivety

Or the vitality that’s been stolen from my hand.

Heart that’s been jaded,

Cautiously reaching out a hand.

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