pretending I was dead,
you scooped me up into your arms
And looked up at the sky and yelled
No
What shall I do

Holding hands in the restaurant
In the truck i was tired
And I rested my head against you shoulder for a bit.

Why you have chosen me to be your hand to hold?
I really have no clue
But I am happy you have asked me to be your one and only.



       Audrey Pendergraft
2013