And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
I got my first tattoo yesterday, based on the last line of the poem above. The minute I read it I knew I wanted that on my skin. Even though I’ve been through hell in my life, I’m still managing to rebuild myself into the person I long to be.