That soft, firm clasp
I would hold your hand Gently on those autumn days Walking side by side In that soft, firm clasp I found safety In the journey of the day And you would lead me Push me through the gate Stepping into new terrain I'd carry that feeling with me And as I grew older I felt the eyes of others The need to pull away Hands in my pockets Taller, braver But no less uncertain on the inside And as the seasons shaped me As the trees grew and I too I carried that feeling in my pocket Now when we speak I draw upon it Hope for it, long for it Wish to return to it It seems now that I hold your hand Cool to the touch Mine doesn't feel big enough to hold it all And the phone hangs up And I'm left in silence again I think of all the times we spent And I wonder if I'll ever be able to Let go Let go Let go