Shaking hands, parting as friends

In the beginning same words flooded our minds and hands felt thousands of embraces in an endless tenderness.

After some time, the rivers quieted down, ran slowly, and hands collided accidentally, at times.

After a little while longer, only muted glances filled with deeper meaning happened across the same room.

Now, it’s all so faded, that I can’t believe we still have the same hands when we shake goodbye.

Oft Gefragt - AnnenMayKantereit