I often asked you why
between us, I am the one
to chase your hand, hold it
firmly and not let go.
I never did get a simple note
to help me peer into your mind.
You were enjoying your silence
and my confusion.
It is easier now to catch
your hand as the years piled up,
your steps and gait slowing down.
I just wait for your hand
to hold onto my love, my arm.
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