These ways

The way you hold my hand, like no other.
The way you hold my hand, feels like shelter,
The way you hold my hand, sweet and warm,
The way you hold my hand, its own art form.

The sun rises and dives into oceans deep,
Just as your chest rises and falls in sleep,
The way you sing the blues,
The way you forget to tie your shoes

And tripped flat, hands catching you as you fell,
The same outstretched hands that caught me as I fell,
They were red shoes, old but new,
Like us, together, there was nothing we couldn’t do.

The way you say my name, like no other.
The way you say my name, feels like shelter,
The way you say my name, sweet and warm,
The way you say my name, its own art form.

We read over each other’s shoulders, never bored,
Re-reading the same books, it’s all we can afford,
Trapped in the room with blue walls and cloudy visions,
I do remember when we first loved, like an atomic collision.

When days were short, you made them right,
When days were long, you filled them, quite,
I told stories that took us away from bleak times,
I sang us songs that often forgot to rhyme,

The way I read to you, like no other.
The way I read to you, feels like shelter,
The way I read to you, sweet and warm,
The way I read to you, its own art form.

Through pressed-shut eyes, sun kisses our lashes,
Giving us glimpses of fire, like lightning, it flashes,
Stretching long, and remembering only to breathe,
Wiping my tears on your soft, heart-worn sleeve.

Curling into oblivion, and stretching into nothingness,
Abstraction to object-ion, we exist, nevertheless,
Full of feeling and empty of fear, we climbed and climbed,
We are, just as we were inclined…

The way I wrote for you, like no other.
The way I wrote for you, feels like shelter,
The way I wrote for you, sweet and warm,
The way I wrote for you, its own art form.

We drink coffee, topped with milk and sugar,
You strum notes that reverberate from your guitar,
The world is ours to read, explore, and divulge,
So we read, explore, and always indulge,

Our hearts grew together like ivy upon brick,
They beat as one, whether slow or fast–tic tic
Our dreams wrapped us into a cocoon of safe keeping,
So that we didn’t know what to do when we grew our own wings.

The way we walked away, from each other.
The way we walked away, away from shelter,
The way we walked away, into the cold storm,
The way we walked away. Its own art form.

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