I want to hold your hand

Let me walk along the same side of the street

Let me brush my hand against yours

Only slightly afraid to hold on

Let me scream into the wilderness

In exhiliration instead of exhasperation

Let me walk inside the coffee shop that sits on the corner of 43 and Main

Let me stay

Let me bump into strangers on sidewalks and say hello

Instead of staying six feet away

Let me make all of the plans I wrote you letters about

and see your face through something other than a screen

Let me walk inside a bookstore

I’ll trail bare fingers against the spines of every novel on the shelf

Let me forget all of my worries, all of the death

Let me be enveloped by all of the senses I thought I might forget

Let me worry about the economy tomorrow

Let me walk along the same side of the street

Let me brush my hand against yours

and decide to hang on because I can when I couldn’t before

Let me