YOUR TOUCH

YOUR TOUCH

It started soft with our hands’ fleeting dance,

Beneath the table, a secretive glance.

The band’s loud hum faded into the haze,

My heart a rhythm lost in your gaze.

I couldn’t hear, couldn’t catch the tune,

Each nerve was chanting beneath the moon:

You’re late, too slow, you’ll never belong,

Yet your eyes held me, steady and strong.

You loved me still through the shadows of pain,

Your fractured heart like a soft summer rain.

Anyone saw it, the fire in your stare,

A glow that lingered, unhidden, laid bare.

You loved me still, though the cracks ran so deep,

Your soul a river no sorrow could sweep.

In every look, a vow that wouldn’t fade,

A love that burned through the mess we’d made.

Revenge, we swore, was a song’s sharp release,

We carved our hurt into chords that won’t cease.

Each note a dagger, each verse a scar,

We sang our wounds to the night’s distant star.

But heartache’s harvest grows heavy to hold,

Its thorns too sharp for a heart growing cold.

I crave a refuge, a soft place to land,

Away from the weight of this trembling hand.

I loved you still, though my spirit would sway,

My heart a beacon that called out your name.

Anyone saw it, my soul’s open plea,

A flame still dancing for you and for me.

I loved you still through the storm’s bitter sting,

Each bruise a story of songs we could sing.

Your absence pressed like a stone on my chest,

Yet love held fast, an unyielding quest.

Now you speak softly of burdens to bear,

Of words you’d spare me, of hearts you would spare.

Do you believe I’m a glass-bound affair,

Too frail to stand what your truth might declare?

I hate that you see me as fragile, confined,

A wisp of a thing with a breakable mind.

But love’s not a cage—it’s a fire we share,

A dare to burn through the weight of despair.

Will you love me still when the stars lose their light,

When songs turn to whispers in the hush of the night?

Anyone sees it, my heart’s reckless art,

A canvas painted with hope from the start.

Will you love me still when the years carve their mark,

When silence falls where we kindled our spark?

My soul’s a melody, fierce and alive,

It sings for you where our dreams still survive.

If time should pull us, unravel our thread,

If fate demands that we walk where we’re led,

I’ll carry this fire, this truth in my core:

Our love’s a story no end can ignore.

Through tables and shadows, through songs that we spun,

Through moments we seized and the battles we won,

I’ll love you still, as I did at the start,