Poems and other thoughts

Handshakes

In total, I shook your hand twice.

When we met for the first time, I awkwardly shook your hand in the empty hallway.
It was brief and polite, and at the time I thought nothing of it.
And now here I am, years after meeting you, still thinking about it.

When we said goodbye without actually saying goodbye, neither of us wanting to admit it, you held my hand for a long time and I wished it wouldn't end.
The awkwardness and politeness from the first meeting, it had slowly worn away during our conversations and debates.

You made me promise that if I ever saw you again, I would take your hand and shake it with confidence.
I hope it will feel familiar and far from awkward, at least that's how I imagine it when I think about you from time to time.

I'm looking forward to shaking your hand again, let's hope for three.