Epilogue: Mace's Poem for Luke

Once Upon A Summer Day

In my mind,

I sometimes go back to that

Once Upon a Summer Day

where it all began…

The first time

our hands touched…

and you looked at me

with those eyes,

and that smile…

I couldn’t explain then

why I didn’t pull

my hand away

when I should’ve done so.

All I knew was I liked

the feeling

of being held by you…

our hands clasped together

and our fingers entwined.

I felt safe, warm

and at home

like I was where I belonged.

Your fingers traced mine

and you looked at me again…

I looked back unblinking,

saying don’t let me go

with my eyes.

Your hands held mine tighter

and I squeezed them back,

You smiled, a lock of hair

falling just below your crinkling eyes

wearing that boyish grin.

It was what started everything…

the touch of your hand,

our fingers entwined,

the smile on your face,

and the look in your eyes,

as I look back at you…

still holding your hand

and not letting go