From somewhere in the crowd
He appeared in a hurry
Until he took my hand
It wasn’t a greeting
It was a moment
When time stood still
And he held on
To my hand
And pulling it ever
So slightly toward him
He caught my eyes with his
And his gaze held mine captive
Once again pulling me in
The world faded around us
I wanted to move on
To greet the next person
But he held on
As though he wasn’t through
He leaned in
He said, “I am Luke” and waited
Waited for my name
My name
Then he disappeared
Into the crowd.