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.