i still hold your hand
as we are walking up the hill
evening falls softly
our steps echoing upon the stones of the quiet path
your fingers are caressing mine
as if you want to make sure am there with you
or you are there with me
suddenly you sigh deeply
we stop
we kiss
i can feel it in my bones, your fear
my skin knows it
that after losing our souls to love
i will not see you again
you will not see me again
you are weak but you dont say it
not with words anyway
i still remember now
i still feel you
i still hold your hand
every time i go up that hill
late in the evening
you are always with me
my one and only love...
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