Looking for a Clue

 hanging on to your wordsreading between the linesthis is getting absurdgoing out of my mind looking for a cluejust a little hintwhat I mean to youall the time, spent on tales of days gone bywhere we have beenand the reasons whythere was no us, back then those reason no longer existwe are now both freewe no longer, have to resistwhatever may come to be cards held close to your chestI can't see your handI can't even guesswhere I fit into your plan So I'll hold onto your wordsread between the linesquestion everything I've heardat least twenty times copyright   5-16-10   huey horton   (hippiepoet69)