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.
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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.