The time was right and I held your hand and the future changed in that moment.
Neither of us knew just how,
we neither realised nor cared what this action meant.
What was in the past was in the past.
Soft as rain drops,
Warm and comfortable like a much loved chair.
I held your hand and you held my future.
These hands would pin my photo to a wall,
Would save me,
Would shape and complete me.
...And at that time,
when we held hands -
we just didn't realise.