after all.
after all these years
you still have a resting place
on my fingertips.
you showed me all things
may not be what they may seem
due to corrupt eyes.
i still see one day
our digits locking under
the mix of the sun.
and your arm clothing
my thin figure with embrace
between our cool breeze.
i can feel our smiles
at a distance connecting
almost like magnets.
because we belong.
after all, no one else can
identify us.
