The lazy finger of dawn curls my hair
and brushes against my face
and I am back on a fog ridden road
from long ago….when you walked on ahead
leaving my hand still curled around yours
clutching to the warmth of your fingers.
Your footsteps faded and became still
your voice spoke only in my head
as I followed you then, as I search for you now
in strange cities, in the mist of the hills
certain that one day I will turn that corner
and you will be waiting there.
And I will be a child once more
and throw myself into your arms
and you will lift me up and hold me
and this time…… This time
my hands will remain
forever curled up in yours.