Walking with you hand in hand
is like a Hershey’s kiss,
delightful as the sun-warmed sand
that I’ve begun to miss.
Sun beats down on my shoulders
as you wave goodbye,
but now I feel even colder
and I’m terrified.
I’m a thorn-less rose you see
without you by my side.
No trace of my complexities
I gave them to you to hide.
Sitting here all by myself
a flower in the rain
one day I’ll learn about myself,
and it won’t be in vane