Sometimes love is not found in words, but in the quiet space between them. When Our Hands Almost Touched is a poem about a fleeting moment of closeness — one that never became more, yet still lingers in memory as something unforgettable.
When Our Hands Almost Touched
The crowd was near, yet time stood still, a gentle hush, a secret thrill. Your hand was close, a breath away, the night grew soft, the world turned gray.
A trembling silence filled the air, a fragile moment hanging there. I almost spoke, but words were shy, they hid like stars behind the sky.
And though our hands did not entwine, the memory still feels like mine. A fleeting spark, a tender flame, that whispered softly, called your name.
💕 Have you ever experienced a moment that felt small on the outside, but left a lasting spark within you? I’d love to hear your thoughts or similar stories in the comments.