hold my hand

Todd waits by window, bag in hand.

Tom drives to avenue, long time banned.

Todd clutches his teddy close to his chest,

Tom disengages clutch, nervousness confessed.

 

They meet on the path arms flung open wide,

Todd laughing, Tom crying, genetically allied.

 

The trip, over so quickly, words not spoken,

Tom drives and Todd watches, limbs frozen.

 

Todd waves by window, hands on glass.

Tom drives back the tears, upright with class.

Todd clutches his teddy, runs into Mummy.

Tom engages clutch, drives away humbly.

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