You’ve got my back; your firm hands grip my shoulders
as I lean into you and filter the weight of the day
from my limbs to yours. Not all of it,
an even distribution so we can both still stand.
With a smile and a nod, we walk with our arms linked
and our steps synchronised, enjoying the bond
that was always a potential and has now flowered.
Words go unsaid because vocalising our thoughts
isn’t necessary — they’re in the twitch of our fingers,
the skip or slump of our feet
and the spark in both of our eyes.