I can feel you slipping away.
Your hand is holding mine,
But it is no longer yours.
It is a shadow made of manners
And your desire to avoid conflict.
I feel myself cling to it
Because I don’t know any better.
You will not share your happiness with me
But you will share your sadness,
Because you know that I will say
That although you may be broken,
I think that you are beautiful.
And I will tell you this
Because I don’t know any better.
