Text You A Poem

There was no desperation in the parting. No tears, no hands clung.  Just two souls, standing in the sunlight after the storm, knowing they had finally seen each other whole. You smiled, quietly, the kind that says, I carry you, but I don't need to hold you. They reached for your hand, not to keep, just to feel the warmth one last time. "e;Take care of your world,"e; they said, and meant it. "e;And...