Hands

I wonder if you could feel
my shoulders shudder
not long after
you placed your hand on me

I wonder if you could hear
my inability
to suppress
the tiniest of sobs

I dont know how to describe how I felt
when you placed your hand so absently on me
For a second perhaps before you realized
that tiny little sparkle of energy
I had unknowingly drawn from you

We who are so singular,
who never touch
who talk so seldom
about the most important things we can
for who knows when we will speak again.

But your hand on my shoulder
moved me
probably unbeknownst to you
to silent tears of relief
that I exist to you
in some space of dreams.

And I wonder if you trust me the way that I trust you. 
I wonder if you know you can depend on me
the way I have depended on you
I wonder if you know you encompass what I believe
a man should be.

And perhaps we will drift apart after I leave
and be less than we were or could be
but I will always have room for you at my table