What I Held...

I held a moment in my hand
into others it flowed
I sat there, with closed eye
yet saw them all go

I held a thread in my hand,
small part of great dress,
dress is gone, and she with it
leaving me in a mess

I held a ball in my hand.
and memories of past games
though I played so much
I recall no teammate's name

I held your gaze with mine
and met it all the way.
and in the quiet was said
all we wanted to say

I held a hand in my own.
that of a good friend
our conversations were odd
when our words did blend

I held a feeling in my hand
unbelievably clean and pure
I doubt I'll hold it again
Until I leave this worlds lure