I’m thinking back on Thursday, What I learned about your brain: Stand still so you won’t have to get splashed by all the rain. I’m thinking back on Saturday, What I learned about your fear: Stand still so you won’t have to always brush away the tear.

Stand still, and you will not have to feel so fragile. Stand still, you won’t have to be afraid of all the time slipping behind.

I’m thinking back on Monday, You were thinking ‘bout last June: Stand still so you won’t have to make your mind up so soon. I’m thinking back on Wednesday, What you didn’t call to say: Stand still so maybe all these thoughts will somehow drift away. I’m thinking back on Friday, What I think you tried to say: Stand still so they will never know that you have gone astray. I’m thinking back on Sunday, What I hope you understand: It’s okay for you to just stand still and hold on to my hand.