Are You Coming

If I reached out, would your fingers entwine? If I stepped forward, would you stay behind? We have suffocated here, what use to be home, now just a town. And I just want to live with you, dear, and ensure you needn’t ever frown. Come with me please, there is a world waiting to live. Dearest, travel with me, so that to you I can freely give. I am waiting to spill out all that I have, am, and can. So please, my darling. Reach out. Take my hand.