A Strangers Hand

Posted by CMG on August 10, 2023
1 min read · kindness

I sat at a table beside a friend
out in the cold air, near a watering hole
where across us sat strangers
though they wanted to be remembered
alas their names I saw vanish on the same smoke they arrived

Through empty pitchers and lingering cigarettes one stranger asked my friend
a question which held no tighter than their name
but with it came her hand as she waved for our attention
my friend he answered with a smile and as a gesture
he held her hand beside the pitcher

She talked on and so did he
they made no notion of this sudden devotion to hold a strangers hand
each caressing the others for a fleeting moment
and then, as quickly as it sprout, their hands did part without regret

No sorrow followed, no intentions intended and when the night ended we left no more acquainted than when we met
still it felt to me so pure and honest
that while the world preach mistrust and caution

You still can hold a stranger's hand