Back to the pages, back to the skinny laces
To tie up the loose ends and make amends
Of all the falls
To drop, or to catch and hold on
Followed by new hellos and hands to bring back the memories
Or nos and to fall by those broken hands

I think about those dogs, I think about the adventures to be, I think about happy faces and happy plans, I still think about leaving-running away, I think about a companion

A hand hold and a hand held
one and one for the both of us