We held hands
as we traced our way
to the place where we
had to say our goodbyes,
I wondered about his feelings,
But I was sure of mine.
I was happy.
I hope he was.
Could this be a start?
Or is it another end?
We held hands
as we traced our way
to the place where we
had to say our goodbyes,
I wondered about his feelings,
But I was sure of mine.
I was happy.
I hope he was.
Could this be a start?
Or is it another end?