My anxiety and fear quelled
when you held my hand
How can something so simple
be so effective?

I looked down at our hands
tattooed together
Your thumb rubbed circles
across my own, slowly

Your tiny, soft fingers
readjusted our grip
as we stared out the window  
and saw the world pass by

Your hand was lighter
like the sand at a beach
And your skin free of scars
unlike my own

Our hands have lived
such different lives
But at that moment
They sat, entwined