The hand I once held
Belonged to someone I knew
I knew better
Than I knew everyone else
It was the hand we dropped
When things got rough
The only one
That would always have picked me up
It was that hand I reached for
Wanting to know its touch again
Wanting to remember
Every line, every pulse in that hand
The hand I got was not the one I wanted
So cold, dead, undeserving
Of a fate
I do not understand
A hand held mine
Squeezing and assuring everything was fine
I need time
To find who I should have been all along
But where was the life in that hand?
I will grasp the fingers between my own
And wait for the warmth
and the pulse
and the colour
To return to every cell.
It will be your hand I hold
When we dance again
Under the stars
Like those nights long and far ago
Our hands raised above our heads
