National Poetry Month day 19

 My First Best Friend

i used to sit on my hands

because i’d be so nervous they’d shake

and not stop shaking

in restaurants 

with friends

at clubs and activities

my hands would have imprints

from my jeans on them

because i’d sit on them for so long they’d go numb

no one really noticed

so it didn’t matter

until you sat next to me

and we played games with our hands

and you’d hold mine

when you knew i was nervous again

i don’t sit on my hands anymore

and you don’t hold them either

but i like to think

you took all of the shaking

and made it

 disappear for good.