Isn’t it vital, he whispered to me,
That at times like this, we know we are loved?
And how do I do that? I asked,
Holding his hand firmly in mine.
One little squeeze of my fingers
And I knew what he meant.
I didn’t need letters or gifts
Or any grand gestures,
I just needed him there by my side,
Knowing the ways to comfort and love
Without moving the heavens and earth.
Just letting me know how much I mean
To him, how much I’m worth.