today your hand fell,
it brushed right past mine.
i know you didn't mean it though;
you moved in a split second's time.
still i can't help but fantasize,
that maybe someday
your touch will last longer
than a fleeting sunrise,
and your fingers will lace between mine,
and perhaps you wouldn't mind
if our hands intertwined.
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intertwine | tracob
Poetryin which jacob falls in love with a certain blue-eyed boy
