Hands in My Pockets

Breeze blew by,
Your fragrant hair smooth as silk,
Swiped by my sweaty cheek.

We walked by,
Of laughter,
Of jokes,
I thought we were happy.

I was longing,
But my hands are in my pocket,
It makes no difference,
With you walking by my side...

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