I cannot say I knew him

nor did he know me

yet somehow in the silence

between the siren and the stillness

the whine and calls for help

the shocking scraping aching

the longing for all to aide or end

 

his arm brushed mine

 

and every hair I swear

that dared to prickle tickle

took me back to hiding 

in the cupboard as a child

and once found was lifted high

a rushing gushing cold clamped my heart

as the clawing longing left

and I met the moment 

knowing I was not alone

 

and he was there