Palms pressed together,

On purpose, by design.

The nerves a mass of quivers,

This fearful heart of mine.

What if they see?

What if they know?

Deep in this heart,

The seeds I've sown.

You hold my hand,

So soft and light,

You whisper low,

"It's alright".

And there we were,

Two hands entwined.

At least back then

With heart and mind.

From that moment on,

I lived my truth.

For all I am,

I owe to you.

Though we have parted

That memory rings.

Your hand on mine,

My awakening.

Now years have passed,

My hand holds one anew

With palms pressed together,

And for that I thank you.