I was out of place,
Lost among streets I didn’t recognize.
I thought it was over,
Until you appeared.
Before I knew what was happening,
I felt your hand in mine.
Calloused fingers entwined with smaller ones,
And the struggle was over.
You guided me to familiarity,
And although I didn’t find
The item lost
I’d found a more precious one
In you.
*I’m home sick today and had a dream that inspired this poem. After some drafting while I attempted to shower off my sickness, this is what I came up with. Happy Monday!
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