I Just Happened On Love One Day
I just happened on love one day as I was walking by
an old couple holding hands by the slides.
I saw them look up and it looked like they remembered
the times they spent together when they were younger.
They couldn't skip, jump, or run, but they could smile,
and in their hearts they traveled miles.
The predicament of love is that you never know when it'll be over,
when you have to stop running free and start heading back
to the starting line again.
But those hands-the ones held so tightly knew
the roughness of pain and sadness,
they remembered the winds that tried to pry them apart.
But they held on.
Held on to their hands, and ran.