Though ten years have passed, my memory saves what happened warily.
What better place than a church?
What better situation than a religious ceremony?
Both of us at the top, seeing the people in the seats as they all turned their backs on us,
watching them from a grid,
we knew they could not see us, but they could hear us, and we made sure they do.
Your skin touching mine, soon we intertwined, your cries merged with mine in perfect harmony,
As we reach the climax the air begins to dwindle, weary, sweaty, breathing is getting faster,
We get increasingly closer to end,
We release the final breath in perfect synchrony.
The end is here. the people in the church stands and applauds us loudly,
The concert is over, you look in through my eyes,
People went away,
and you kept holding my hand…
Time passed by.
Where have you gone? i need someone to hold my hand...

When I was a kid, I sang in a choir in which there was a beautiful girl, she used to hold my hand at each concert, and she never let it go until the concert was finished... One day she just left, I have not seen her since I was ten, I never knew more about her.