I cup my hands to staunch the flow but down and out it surely goes
and never stops.
Put your hands 'neath mine. and hold them tight. Stop the honey river running sweet between clenched fingers tight and strong. My silent scream to right the wrong
and make it stop.
Please keep it there, and tasting deep remember love we vowed to keep. Still somehow slipping through my fingers like sweet sweet syrup called "remember".
The pain must stop
as seeping slowly in the ground. Where is the place where first we found