Holding Hands

Holding hands is often the first and last thing we do with someone we love
Our true nature coveting the branching of root and leaf, nut and seed
When I held yours for the first time, doubt was cleared, your fingers were magic
The last time was filled with doubt until you could no longer hold, slipping, winking, finality

When I think of all the times I held your hand in between, I contemplate the meaning of love
And hope that there is someone holding your hand until you pierce the veil and start anew
Until then I vow to hold as many hands as I can in the hope of your return, I will know
And wonder where the time has gone and what you will be thinking when time loosens my grip

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

Damn perfect sentiment lovely lovely lovely so well put good sir, gonna save this one too. not gonna even try to write this subject you captured it perfectly! thank you

[Crowley]

Thanks man, a little squishy for me but a thought is a thought. Appreciate the read!!!