our almost-secret-signal

sometimes always
you instinctually knew something was wrong
(or something was insanely,
perfectly right)
and in that
almost-secret-signal
way,
you'd grab my wrist -
never my hand
(and occasionally you didn't let go
until you knew
i got your message,
but normally it was more of
an endearing, loving squeeze).
i attempted to learn that esp too,
our infallible,
perfect
"wrist thing".
and even now
if i close my eyes and try hard enough
i can still feel you squeezing,
never letting go.