Day By Day, Life Goes On
Day Twenty-Nine: Hold My Hand?
It was late at night.
The moonlight was falling across his beautiful skin.
I couldn’t sleep.
I couldn’t believe he loved me again.
Maybe he never stopped loving me.
“Gerard why aren’t you sleeping?”
His whisper so pretty in the night.
“I’m fine. You just go back to sleep.”
“OK.” Mumbling sleepily.
“Will you hold me?”
He asked.
I was shocked.
I didn’t think we were there yet.
“What? You’re hand?”
“Hold my hand? No.
Hold me against you.
I feel protected then.
Like we use to. You know how.”
I smile in the night.
“Of course. Come here sugar.”
The moonlight was falling across his beautiful skin.
I couldn’t sleep.
I couldn’t believe he loved me again.
Maybe he never stopped loving me.
“Gerard why aren’t you sleeping?”
His whisper so pretty in the night.
“I’m fine. You just go back to sleep.”
“OK.” Mumbling sleepily.
“Will you hold me?”
He asked.
I was shocked.
I didn’t think we were there yet.
“What? You’re hand?”
“Hold my hand? No.
Hold me against you.
I feel protected then.
Like we use to. You know how.”
I smile in the night.
“Of course. Come here sugar.”