A moment of no forgetting:

I was wearing three layers of clothes with a thick jacket on top.

And we were walking.

And it was raining.

And I was cold.

And he was cold.

 

We had held hands a few minutes before

And then grudgingly let go to put them back in our pockets,

As it was freezing.

 

And then I felt his arm around my shoulders

And I begged myself to keep on breathing.

 

But then I felt his arm bring me closer to his body

And felt it squeeze my narrow frame so it was aligned with his side

And there was a ‘woah’ that passed through me.

 

No words.

 

That is the only sound I can describe it in.

A surge.

A wave of emotion,

Of want.

 

Every time I think of our days together,

I remember that moment,

Our moment of no forgetting.

 

Published on: May 14, 2011