Thursday, January 04, 2007
Holding Hands.
When hands are held, as simple as it may be, many seldom think deeper, that it is a bond between 2 person, a silent promise that both will be there for one another.
A small simple action, when his hand is in yours.
A reminder of lost love, when the touch is gone.
With your hands empty, this emptiness fills the heart.
When was the 1st time i held his hands? When was the last and why was it the last. Who initiated the holding and letting go.
i cant remember. Cant remember the moments clearly. Cant remember the reasons and answers.
But here i am, with hands longing for your touch, heart searching for whats lost.
Why do we not treasure what we have till its gone.
Taking things for granted and losing them only to realise their importance.
Lets hold hands and never let go, walk side by side, be there for one another. Shall we, my loved ones.
she told
the story ...
3:18 PM
