reciprocity

take my hand and hold it

in yours for but a moment.

‘tis a foolish need i know

but please…

there are times when

i crave a touch –

to verify my existence

to anchor my soul to this world.

it is a small thing to do

but it speaks to me volumes

without having to whisper a word.

it is a silent reassurance

that I am still alive

and have not slipped between the cracks.

 

Done