© Steve Gray 2026
Hold me close, feel my warmth, adjust your posture for I am here again.
One, two, three, oh some more of that long embrace, but you tend to let it go and it’s like a fall from grace.
I like the embrace, the touch, the texture of your clothes, the sense of movement as your hand glides across my shoulder.
We say hi, our smiles quite wide, we want to say more, but others arrive.
We stand side by side, greet the others in tow, one, two, three, oh fiddly dee.
The time passes slowly and then picks up speed, our chatter quite broad, some stories intrigue.
Then there’s the goodbye, another hug or a hold, we’re filled with cheer and end with a humorous jibe.
