Skinny Love

You reached for my hand one morning,

while you were sleep,

as I just happened to open my eyes.


Your fingers found mine gently,

too shy to intertwine.

And as the sunlight lay across

your resting eyes, they flickered.

Then with a slight snore and a deep sigh

you rolled over.


But for the rest of the day all I could think about

was waking up every morning

with your hand reaching for mine.

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