Hand On Hand
The duo, one and two
Beside each other, complete opposites
An odd number beside an even number,
That was them hand on hand.
Street past street, running and gazing,
As the street lamps turn on
The sun gradually becomes unknown as
The moon steals his role, round and round
Like their feet on pathways almost dancing
Hand on hand, while red cars drive by.
He doesn’t whisper her name this one time
He simply observes, her awe for the world,
The city, oh that city,
They called home.
~ Andrea Beyer
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