You’re Holding My Hand

You hugged me, okay.

Hugs are a cultural friendship thing.

Hard to get used to–but okay.

But then, not looking,

You held my hand.

No, you can’t do that.

First, you take away my defenses.

Second, my hand will taint you.

No, you can’t do that.

John Denver, in a song,

“Take my hand and say you’ll follow me…”

No, you can’t do that.

No one takes my hand, no one follows me.

You say with eyes and words,

“I love you. I care.”

I pull away, afraid for me, for you.

And yet, you reach out.

I wonder. I tremble.

Do you know what this means?

Maybe…maybe… because…

You’re holding my hand.

2 thoughts on “You’re Holding My Hand

  1. I’m a toucher and a hugger. I’ve learned to ask folks if I may hug them, especially when I don’t know them well. But hugs are usually brief.

    Hand-holding is different, often more intimate, and usually a bit longer duration. Just this morning I took a friend’s hand and held it while I looked into her eyes and we talked of serious stuff that’s recently impacted her life. I like to think holding her hand calmed her and showed her I really cared. xoA


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