You gave me your hands, carrying little white pieces of paper.
Mine welcomed a fragment of life, over a moment’s encounter, and we travelled on together.
On different time lines, always hoping for a better future.
Of course, some eyes marked me more, some stories are engraved and I take heart in those that were most insignificant.
Modesty and doubt were mixed with the desire to be the messenger of maybe better times.
So in all humility, I hope to find you in a brighter world.