The warmth of your hand
holding mine felt like
coming home. For those few
seconds I was exactly
where I wanted to be —
but knew I couldn’t stay.

The warmth of your hand
holding mine felt like
coming home. For those few
seconds I was exactly
where I wanted to be —
but knew I couldn’t stay.

Thank you so much, Hélène. I appreciate your comments! :-)
A well-written poem, the feelings are sad though.
Whatcha think?