They were small, not what I expected from a soul like you
They were bruised and scarred in unusual places
This intrigued me, I thought could tell a lot about you already
I traced with mine around the folds and lines of yours

But yours soon got too big for you
Although small in size, they grew with force
I no longer wanted to trace them, touch them or see them
I wanted to push them away from me
Like a hot iron being pressed against cold flesh

You enjoyed it, I could tell from the grip you had behind them
Squeezing out every ounce of fear I had in me
I panicked, trying to use mine in a feeble battle against you
You won, and with that, I realised how yours were so different

I thought we would become that old couple
That we walked past on the pier
Sharing an ice-cream, the way she looked at him
As though she was still 18
But things change
Time, emotions, love, feelings, thoughts and actions
They all do too
And I suppose that you was right
When you said that we would never grow old