Im Sorry
We used to hold hands in public all the time,
not so much now.
You sometimes try holding my hand
out in the open.
I feel dorky with your hand in mine – sorry.
I hate the thought that those that pass-by
see us as two cute oldies.
Cute was never the self-image I saw in my future.
I thought I would be forever a tough-nut,
keeping my cocksure swagger well oiled,
not this,
not downcast and grumbling like this.
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