holding hands

I am a woman of few words.
Don’t know what to say.

It’s hard to find something to talk about;
a topic we haven’t already worn out.

You say we don’t know each other because we never talk.
I think you can know someone so well, many words aren’t

We know each other’s dreams and can even finish each other’s
sentences. We can read each other’s eyes and know how the other is feeling.

Sometimes you just need someone to be THERE and nothing more.
No opinions, no advice, just a hand.


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