The next time you see me,
walk up behind me and give
me just a taste of hope.

Slip your hand into mine.
Palm to palm,
I will close my eyes and
pretend it isn’t me.
For a moment,
I may pretend it isn’t you.

I will close my eyes and
lose myself in the hope
of a hand kiss.

It all makes me so sad,
but there is happiness in that sadness.