Poetry

Close by

It’s in the subtle spark as you look at me,

the shadow of a grin,

unsure, nervous, hopeful.

When the group hugs goodbye,

and ours lasts just a fraction longer than everyone else’s.

Standing closer each day, unspoken,

but unable to go unnoticed

by either of us.

It’s in the reach of my hand

and the answering touch of yours.

It’s there when our fingers lock together.

Solid, at last.

 

 

Poetry

Two’s company

Let us chime together,

stepping forth into the hour

where all time stands still.

Our fingers can link, we will be grafted.

Your warmth radiating into me and

my warmth radiating into you.

Our lips may not touch,

but our minds will.

We can speak until the hour is up

or we can be silent.

Lack of words is not lack of companionship.

In that moment, we can be constant.

We can be us.