I caught a glimpse of you the other day; you were being caressed by another woman’s hand. I watched, mesmerised as her thumb moved over you whilst she kept you close to her side.
I don’t know exactly when we drifted apart; when the twins came along our relationship became strained. You were the cause of many an argument between he who helped create them and I. But then I returned to work and slowly we got close again and I became accustomed to feeling you in my palm again.