Holding Hands - Poem for The Mag

 

When you took my hands

Was it to let go?

Was it just for few moments that

Your fingers pulled me into

An embrace?

Did you think I could

Hold on if you let go?

Wasn’t it strange

That other than you,

 I had never  held hands

With anyone, ever.

And now, your hands

 No longer hold mine

So I learnt to

Clench them up

Lest some hand ever

Seeks mine

And I forget

Lessons learnt.

 written by Zafaran for The Mag 152