i want to be held like that kitten
found when you know your parents
say: "no pets" - when you know you
would part so you embrace tightly
the precious thing you can't keep
prevent the inevitable by seconds
i want to be held like that notebook
your treasured childhood journal
press me to your chest; no one knows
keep my secrets. they're yours now
squeeze me between the pages
like a rose petal; leave me folded
i want to be held like that piece of paper
the one note you don't want to lose
the knowledge that can't be recreated
however mundane - it's no alexandria
but you keep checking if it's still in same
part of your soft hand, just to be certain
i want to be held like that bus handle
cold piece of metal. unpleasant to touch
but if you let go, the whole world will
fall and lose composure - if you let go
all the things will drop all over the place
turn into chaos - so you hold for dear life
i want to be held like the newest painting
a work of art that fills you with pride
feels real in your hand and reminds you
of all the good things you can do now
something as sweet as it's heavy
and delightful to feel its weight
i want to be held like something you lost
then found again - didn't feel how much
you would miss it until you found it
wasn't in its place - now you know
you lift it up to the sun to notice that, yes
it is the same thing; but different light
today i want to be held
like the most precious piece of yesterday
like the most promising piece of tomorrow