Holding

There's a certain reassurance
when you're walking hand in hand.
Enough to smile at other couples
and calls of "Ain't love grand."
There's a subtle sense of oneness -
communication without sound.
A certain sense of floating
'though your feet are on the ground.

It became something of a habit
like slipping comfy shoes on for a walk.
Now I'm here and you're in Thailand
and, sadly, we can only talk.
I'm sick of holding conversations
I want to hold your hand once more.
Until then I'll hold you in my heart dear...
you're the one I'm holding for!