She felt him holding her hand
Then he was gone
His touch had been light
Feather-like
Dancing streams of daylight
In her world
Then gone
Taken
Removed without heart it seemed
She thought about that hand later
And wondered why
He’d ever held hers at all
Strange to think of that now
Much later
A recurring thought
It’s true
Holding someone’s hand
And believing it could be true
But a hand is not a relationship
That requires much more
Although it seemed like
Wait, none of that
They were satellites
Nothing more
Another time
Another place
Another shore
Can’t wait
Wanting more
Just a hand
Offering less
Confusion
Just a test
Hating this
A tide needs more than a hand
To guide it back to shore.
He was entranced
It was a word not often heard
But entranced he was.
Her energy beguiling
It held his attention and pulled him in
A sweet surrender
Her voice, her smile
Her laughter even more
It caught and turned his head
Bringing forth his own smile
Shamelessly.
He could never look away for long
His gaze always returning
To her.
She did not know of course
Could not know
How much he craved her touch
But could not
For reasons never articulated
Reach for.
But still her entrancing presence called
And he returned
But could not
Would not
Move too close
Not yet.