Offer me your hand again
Just like then
Palm up, your face frozen in
A nod of encouragement
My legs crumpled into a crouch and my back
Raw and blood soaked from sliding down the wall
I looked and looked at
That hand, stretched across
A gulf of what ifs and
Opinions that clashed like pink on a red head and my hand trembled
But it stayed
Loyal to the wrong, to the weak it
Stayed and you offered me
A sad sad smile
Your hand
Dropped
You walked away
But here you are now
And here I am,
An age later
Standing, this time
On a random bridge with no walls where
We're equals
Both smiling shy
Offer me your hand again.
Offer me your lips.
