28 July 2012

hold my hand

Found the poem via and picture via.
     I can never get enough of lovely words and pretty writing. 

I will hold your hand.

Maybe the first night we meet in a quick and firm handshake.

Or years and years later when we walk down a familiar street.

Maybe in the back of a cab in the Lower East Side.
The aisles of the old antique shops, 
trying to stay connected even though our path narrows.
I will hold your hand each night.

Gazing at its skin, casing your muscle and bone.

I will know the rough calluses you got from years of routine.

I will memorize the knuckles and document them in my memory. 

I will hold your hand in foreign lands.

I will squeeze tightly to reassure you. Too tell you. I love you.

I will hold your hand when you meet my family.

I will loosely entangle my digits betwixt yours. Lazy hand swinging.

I will clutch your hand in the warm, windproof pockets of your winter coat.

I will hold your hand when we walk museums, or libraries. 

Maybe I will tie us together with knotted fingers. 

I just know, I will hold your hand.

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