Staring down, at these old wrinkled hands, I remember every time they touched yours
From that first innocent day on the playground,
When everything was roses, ice cream, and the alphabet song
And as we grew, everything stayed poetically the same
Until there was something more
Until it did change
That glint in your eye when we saw each other
That day under the pouring rain
Angry confessions and feelings hitting as hard as the sky’s tears
And maybe that's all it was
Furious, young love
A summer fling
A winter date
We cursed and we fell and we tried
But maybe that’s all it was
“A lesson,” mother said
Still, I looked for your face in the reflection of others
And they see it in me
The tricks that you taught me
The jokes I copied
No one can meet me without knowing you
The mark you left, is ever permanent.
And I crave for those childlike days back
I sit under the same moon you do
A thousand miles away
A thousand lives away
You held me in the palm of your hand
And yet, I doubt you would recognize me
I pleaded, that gray day
Let me make this something more
To deal with your indifference
I could stare into your dull eyes
And deal with the lack of care
Some days, it's too much to bear
And I see you again in every corner of my soul
Searching and knowing I won’t find you
In old pictures, I reminisce.
That glint is still there
A little faded, and rough around the edges
But it stays, shimmering, looking back at me
Looking down at my empty hands, how I envy the fullness of yours
How I envy the girl who does hold them.
From that first innocent day on the playground,
When everything was roses, ice cream, and the alphabet song
And as we grew, everything stayed poetically the same
Until there was something more
Until it did change
That glint in your eye when we saw each other
That day under the pouring rain
Angry confessions and feelings hitting as hard as the sky’s tears
And maybe that's all it was
Furious, young love
A summer fling
A winter date
We cursed and we fell and we tried
But maybe that’s all it was
“A lesson,” mother said
Still, I looked for your face in the reflection of others
And they see it in me
The tricks that you taught me
The jokes I copied
No one can meet me without knowing you
The mark you left, is ever permanent.
And I crave for those childlike days back
I sit under the same moon you do
A thousand miles away
A thousand lives away
You held me in the palm of your hand
And yet, I doubt you would recognize me
I pleaded, that gray day
Let me make this something more
To deal with your indifference
I could stare into your dull eyes
And deal with the lack of care
Some days, it's too much to bear
And I see you again in every corner of my soul
Searching and knowing I won’t find you
In old pictures, I reminisce.
That glint is still there
A little faded, and rough around the edges
But it stays, shimmering, looking back at me
Looking down at my empty hands, how I envy the fullness of yours
How I envy the girl who does hold them.
