These, my dear
Are the only words
That will be submitted
For public consumption 
On the topic of 

You held my hand 
Oh how that felt
In the sweet summer heat
In that public park without much of a view
On that day that has another meaning
You reached back for me
Sticky and damp
Nervous and unsure
Our hands came together

The moment and you
Significantly insignificant
You were a lesson to me
But you weren’t the teacher 
You were the transition
The in between
The necessary filler 
To get to the happy ending

Credit where credit is due, dear
You held my hand