Hold Your Hand

Do I hold your hand enough? I could hold it longer if it would make a difference. Do you know why I reach out for you? I'm not sure that I know other than something within me moves my hand toward yours and as our hands come together, I feel a slight squeeze as if you're saying, "Yes, I am here." There is nothing said, our eyes never meet, yet for the moment, as I smile, I know everything I need to know.