In the quiet of the night
I held your hand.
In the noise of the street
I held your head.
As others rushed by, their lives imposing on their brains
I held your heart.
As God seemed to abandon us in our scurry away from time
I held your very being.
It is often not thought of – those times of sacrifice and loathing
Who will be there to bide our time with us
To hold us close in every way
To hold our hand.