...found and lost...

When your hand found mine our conversation was muted…

For all the time we held hands, our fingers seemed to take over, and allow themselves to get closer..

They continued their discovery with a gentle squeeze of palms and caresses on nails…

We allowed our hands to do the talking…

When I finally looked back into your eyes, a lonely tear slid down my eye…

All my armors had given way and there I stood vulnerable…

In that moment in time, when we touched, nothing else seemed to matter

And once that moment had lived its life, we buried it under lots of things which are supposed to matter…

I think of you now and then, and I still find my heart spring with a comforting quiet..

We find ways to remain connected …

We don't look at each other as we did in that moment, any more…

We wanted to be "good" people…

I wonder so often what's better –

being virtuous and playing role model or

letting go of every rule in the book to discover us....