Anchor

There was once a girl and a boy.

They loved their friends,

and they loved their work.

Though both were busy living their lives,

they were lonely at some point.

One fine day without reason or cause,

they held each others’ hands.

Their lives went on just the same,

except for a tiny change.

Since now their hands were always held,

There was a relief they both felt.

And in that sea of their real lives,

they anchored with their hands,

enjoying the moment for a while.

The girl knows not for how long that moment did last

nor does the boy.

But one fine day

without a solid reason or cause,

he let go without much of a pause.

The girl tried to hold his hand again,

the boy did not refuse,

but his hands were cold,

this time,

they lacked that old warmth.

So the girl let go too,

knowing it was futile to,

renew that which had already sailed away.

In time she would sail again too,

But not before a tear or two

had been shed.