This is rather awkward for me. I've never posted on this board or asked for contructive critism on a poem. Well, here goes nothing.
He stands at your side
Your hand entwined with his
I think of the days when he was in my reach
I look to you
Beaming in his presence
To interfere would have cost too much
I stand at your side
Playfully punching him
He laughs
I laugh
You laugh along
We are content
This costs nothing
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