A Gentle Touch

Everyday the sun creeps up,
the wild of the suburbs
awoken to its luminous call,
gently rise to their feet.

Trees loom high in
the bright morning sky,
a flicker of shadow hangs
as the people stride under.

The wind takes on a gentle touch,
the clouds roll slowly
and the sun shines graciously,
as goes the ritual of awakening.

A boy walks the curb,
as a girl takes the sidewalk,
she asks him why there,
he asks her why not.

She smiles and laughs,
and he grins something wild,
she slowly moves left
and he holds out his hand.

Too ever think that love
was so easy,
never could've been so wrong,
to think such simplicity...

Time rolled on as they
grew so far apart,
he started taking short cuts,
she never felt so lost.

He stopped calling her,
she felt so unwanted,
she screamed out,
and no one seemed to hear.

She broke down and cried,
said he isn't the guy,
as he lifted her up,
gazed her straight in the eye.

He held her hand,
she wrapped her arms
around his neck,
he brushed her tears-

And he said-

I love you so dear...