HOLDING WHAT By Jasen Sousa

HOLDING WHAT


Nothing more to offer,
but a weary shrug
when I am asked about the one
I dearly love.

We have been separated
for quite some time,
together as one,
the life that used to be yours and mine.

Every image in my mind
has vanished, except your beauty, unsurpassed.
Images of light shining through stained glass.

Our souls separated, our bond starting to slip,
losing our grip.
Might not ever be able to hold hands again,
what if…




Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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