Holding by Daniel Fuster
The day you left
I remember how
you didn’t want to
let go
in the moment
I first relaxed
my grip,
so I kept
holding you
until you were ready
for what came next.
I will keep
doing so, again,
waiting, patient –
this is my gift
to you, my love
and to me as well.
Over the lifetime of this website, this is the only poem I ever found from the Victoria Missed Connections. It’s a good one though, and I’m glad that I kept it aside until now.
