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It’s Times Like These That I’m Confused and So I Hold Your Hand

It’s times like these the stars feel far,
And every lamp burns cold and thin—
The world is loud, the winds unkind,
And shadows press against my skin.

I do not know the road ahead,
Nor what the morning sky will show,
The songs I loved have lost their tune,
And even time forgets to flow.

But in the hush between two breaths,
Your fingers curve and reach for mine—
A warmth that needs no reason why,
A silence deeper than a sign.

I do not ask for all to mend,
Nor hope that fate will make me wise,
I only need this fleeting thread—
Your touch beneath the troubled skies.
And in your hand, the world is kind.

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