Seemed to Mean So Little

I remember…
…when we were in Eastern Europe at the conference I attended and how you put a chair up on the bed so you could more easily see the frozen lake winter scene out the hotel window.

From “The First Day” Christina Rossetti, 1830 – 1894
I wish
I could remember
the first day,
First hour,
First moment
of your meeting me;
It seemed to
mean so little,
If only now
I could recall
that touch,
First touch
of hand in hand!