you held my hand
in the dark, dome theater.
it was normal.
it was natural.
you'd held my hand so many times before
but this time it was different.
this time it was new.
my heart pounded to the beat of led zeppelin
and my eyes danced with the lasers.
your fingers rubbed my hand
and squeezed it tight.
i let a small smile escape my lips.
my body looked calm
but my brain was flying.
i'm not sure if it was the combination
of loud music and flashing lights
or the fact you said my name five times
and put my cold hand in your pocket as we walked,
but i got high.
in a moment of insanity,
a moment of weakness,
the ones holding mine right now—
could be the last hands i ever hold.
this could be it.
i could be done."
and i smiled.
my heart skipped.
my stomach turned
and i felt calm.
i felt happy.
i felt home with you.