You wave back,
as you walk away.
And I wave,
though I know
that you cannot see me.

You stop.
You turn to me.
You look at what you hold,
but what
I cannot see.

You laugh.
I smile.
You hold out to me
the thing
that you hold dearly.

"You want me to hold onto this for you?"

Hold one.
One love.
In hand,
like thoughts
as links of a chain.

Have love.
Love one.
Ghosts of nights
that gave hope
That you could remain.

Just love.
Above.
Seen in the sky,
the moonrise
behind your eyes.

"You can hold onto that for you."

The dream.
The life.
In your hand
is the thing
you hold in your heart now.

You wave.
I cry.
In the night,
I'll get along,
but I don't know how.

When I dream.
When I call.
Mirrors of thoughts,
they float
within my mind now.

You want me to hold onto this for you?