Like a childish daydream

Places.
Faces.

I remember how we were walking across that bridge,
Holding hands like we were holding onto each other,
Fearless of what that could mean,
Careless of our boundaries,
And rejecting the restrictions in our mind,
Wanting to be blind
Of reality.

Just happy, free and light,
Leaving the future out of sight.

What would I give for claiming back this moment and time,
I wish you would be mine.
But also I gotta be real, gotta understand,
You were never meant to hold my hand.
Neither was I ready to hold yours,
Like a childish daydream,
It just did seem
Like something of meaning.
Probably projecting
Whilst protecting
Myself
And understanding.

It’s a hard landing.