I turned on the TV for my Grandpa and helped him adjust his chair and our hands stayed intertwined

When I glanced back he was falling asleep

I started to get out of my seat and move my hand

his hand stayed searching to hold mine

his hand held mine

even though he was asleep

it was a searching

a longing

I felt that

and I stayed

there was a warmth

and I wondered

wow

this is a metaphor for life

we are all unknowingly looking

looking for the warmth

looking for the hand to hold

looking to no longer be cold