Hands
Warm
Entwined
Glowing in the beam of streetlights

Two people
Absorbed
Held by the sight of
their hands
Sit side by side
Trance-like
Lost in their own thoughts and universe

A wandering thumb
Across the palm
A breathless silence
Perfect stillness
Trying to retain
An outward calm
A riot of emotions underneath

A proclamation
Words simple
Yet sweet beyond belief
Devastating in effect
Shattering carefully erected walls

Yet
(How I hate this yet)
I am afraid
To accept a heart
Offered so purely
When my own feelings
Are so uncertain

The remnants of the walls remain
Still standing
Still surrounding