hands.

Holding hands
we are there
for each other
to
pick up the pace
when one falls back.

Holding hands
we are there
for each other
as
a source of warmth
when the cold wind blows.

Holding hands
we are there
for each other
to
match our strides
even at the turns.

–i conjured this up when i was taking a walk with my dad in the night (we go almost everyday)