Hands Across the Table, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hands Across the Table

Hands Across the Table

Sitting together in their still corner
They feel on this earth they’re the only ones
Laughing so hard what the other has said
That now pausing to wipe away their tears

Life spins frantically around these two
But they dwell in their simple universe
Just sitting there calmly without a fear
With only thoughts of this very moment

As if cued, across the table hands met
A cherished moment, never to forget
The soft tingling that travels up and down
At the very moment they traded hearts

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