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     are you worthy?
     are you stealth?
do you really mean what you say?
     or are you stringing me along
hand in hand
     we travel
     along a path
one moment
a few hours
     days
     years
good-bye
     tears
     pain
     separation anxiety
weeping, weeping
stitching, stitching
we mend our broken hearts
     or each others
     laughing
we find
     revealing more
     like young lovers
we rediscover why
     and insecurities
receiving, giving
     friendship slips
     between cracks
of aching
holding
crying
     again waiting
fighting
leaving
staying
loving
aging, aging, aging
     you're still hear I fear
     and where are we know
on our porch
watching the rain
through the mosquito net
     our dreams past
we sit....you still hold me when i ache from the work of the day