Holding on Tighter
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Cuddled in my arms
I sought out what despaired you –
Through a scratchy, sad voice
You mumbled out what caused the blue.
Saying, “I have no friends,”
With tears coming down your face
Inner reminiscing of Shannon
And your old West Palm place.
It was hard leaving them behind
And we admitted that from the start.
I asked if you wish you hadn’t left
And you blinked and said, “No.”
“I’m glad I’m here with you,” you said
Clutching me much tighter –
“I just need more friends here for me
And to make my horizons wider.”
I understand where you come from –
I, too, have been.
We’ll make through anything together
While holding on till the end.
©2002, Joe Jenkins
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