Emotions

We would lock our fingers and call each other ‘mine’ with such playful smiles and fiery hearts; where did the past go in the wave of the present?

We would lock our fingers and tell the world to look away with nothing but our stolen glances in a time we didn’t grasp; when did our hope fall from its highest belief?

We would lock our fingers and swear holy matrimony in ancient hallways stained with the past  memories of the silent souls who loved so hard that they dared no to understand it; how did we let each other go?

We would lock our fingers; why did we stop?