A spur in time

Two people,

Sitting side by side.

No words uttered,

No movements made.

Both trying to sense and feel

The deafening silence in the air.

Slowly, she started to move.

Inch by inch

Until he's within reach.

First, a finger

And then another.

Til her hand's entwined with his. 

They sat like this for a long time.

Relishing, 

Absorbing, 

Feeling,

A special moment

Of a spur in time.

But as slowly as their hands interweaved,

One by one,

First, a finger

And then another.

The bond is broken

And reality awakes.

Reviews

[Relic]

That inner voice is to blame, that's what I'm thinkin. Nice one.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. ;)

[Joan*Eckhart]

Such a lovely poem about such a simply gesture-holding someone's hand. This was wonderful.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. :)

[Firestone Feinberg]

A real scene. Softness here -- albeit an honest softness. A delicate poem that searches the tenuous atmosphere between persons. Excellent -- especially in its palpable understatement. David

[Carissa Marie]

Thanks so much david. -Maki. :)