Hand Holding

I stopped being embarrassed about my sweaty hands
when I found that yours were sweaty too.
Instead I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling
of wet and warm entwining fingers,
that shared gentle squeezes,
while we argued about the joys of negative thinking.

You didn’t mention it as a reason
When you said ‘I can’t go out with you anymore’
but sometimes I wonder,
was that sweat the lubricant that helped you slip away
and now my hands are cold, as well as sweaty.