I Alone

I held her hand the first day we met, as we skipped around in a circle in kindergarten.

I held her hand the first time we went on a date, as we headed into a darkening cinema to see a bad movie.

I held her hand the last time we saw her father, as he yelled about our love being an abomination, I held her back.

I held her hand the first time as partners after we exchanged our vows on our wedding day.

I held her hand for the last time as she died in the hospital.

Not alone.