I hope you can sense my glance
as it wanders across the
miles of mountain and river
that cloud the space between us
I hope all that pining turns into
a soft nudge by the time it reaches you
and in your mind
you hold its hand
rubbing the back of it with your thumb
and then tuck it deep in your pocket
I hope you save it
for when your mind is restless
and it quiets your thoughts
guiding your wonderings
to meet mine
I think of you when I get mud on my shoes
I think of you when it drizzles rain in the winter
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
I hope you can sense my glance
as it wanders across the
miles of mountain and river
that cloud the space between us
I hope all that pining turns into
a soft nudge by the time it reaches you
and in your mind
you hold its hand
rubbing the back of it with your thumb
and then tuck it deep in your pocket
I hope you save it
for when your mind is restless
and it quiets your thoughts
guiding your wonderings
to meet mine
I think of you when I get mud on my shoes
I think of you when it drizzles rain in the winter
