When I held your hand in mine,
I didn’t appreciate the way
your fingers curled around
my hand, both protector
and protected.
When you held my hand,
I missed the way our
fingers overlapped,
as if they automatically
knew their place.
When we held hands,
I forgot to notice
that my world zeroed
to that one point of
contact and everything
else was kept at bay,
When we were connected.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
