1Our fingers laced and hands interlocked,
Our faces close and minds closer,
Our spirits lifted and worries broken.
Your glassy eyes filled with our memories,
Your wet face showing the sadness,
Your death grip unfaltering.
My hand against yours,
My forehead against yours,
And our tears mingling.
The tight bind of a brilliant friendship,
The broken knots of the failings,
And the retied and rewrapped bindings.
By Bethany Rose Smith
4/5/06