I like how our fingers latch
when our hands stray close to each other.
There’s no question, no uncertainty.
They just link,
mirroring the chain binding our hearts.
When words fail,
and they always do when we most want them,
a touch serves as well.
It’s an answer. An agreement.
An ‘I’ll stand beside you no matter what
you tell me, what emotions you let out
or what sadness you let in’
And it’s for life.