Rushing next to me
you grasped my hand
just looking at me
with that stupid grin
I pointed it out
and much to my dismay
you pulled away
smiles and laughter
lighting your face
maybe you were playing
but in all honesty
I wouldn't mind your staying
Your hand so soft, warm
was more real than anything I've felt
(In a long time)
The happiness that ballooned
kept me afloat for a week or two
yet you have not grabbed for my hand again
What do I do?
Should I reach for you?