He touched with................

 

He touched with delicate hands. 

And he said: "I'll be careful not to leave marks." 

No sign on the skin, I thought. 

He meant the soul. 

He spoke of love, and I did not understand. 

He stood waiting for a long time. 

Leaving me time to understand 

what would have eased my loneliness with those hands,
stroking my fears, 

along the road intertwining his fingers with mine. 

He did not leave bruises when he gave up and went away, 

but he was lying. 

He had left signs. 

I not ever forgot.