My Little Hand Holder

Sometimes, when I am walking home alone,
down Prosperity Road,
I imagine a small hand slipping into my own.
Sometimes, it feels so real,
I squeeze my own hand,
lost in this fantasyland.

I want you to know,
my little hand holder,
even if you are not meant to be,
there was a moment, you were real to me.

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