It was a while ago now when we were walking home in the dark. My hand was in my pocket and my hand was in yours. Your hand was in mine and wrapped around a plastic bag of edibles we’d picked up from the supermarket.
You said “I forgot I had groceries” because you’d been holding the bag for so long. I laughed. It was funny. I squeezed your hands and looked up at you because I’d been holding you just as much- would for longer still, but I could never forget.
Shall we experiment?
We, in general, don’t know what we have until it’s gone. I’m aware you’re beside me. I’m aware of your fingers ever squeezing. Note it only when you don’t.
But I hope I won’t forget the ever present rest.