Your Weak Hands
Maria Diane Taylor, Orenda Corrinne Fink
With the brushing of our shoulders
I lived a life with you
We had a son or daughter who had my eyes
And your laughter echoed after you
All of this in a brief stare
A fleeting glimpse of happiness shared
That made our bodies burn and shiver
As we passed each other unaware
I am not to think of your face, of your name
For when I do, you are there
Lying next to another
I can only wonder
Lesse mon cour vous abondonne
Depuis je suis encore jeune