something/everything

it wasn't much of anything.
we were in a shop, looking at this, that and the other. it was a getaway from the lives that we knew and lived on a daily basis, lives that we didn't share. the shop was loaded with bric-a-brac, others' memories, pieces of their lives, far removed from ours. we moved about aimlessly. and at some point, we were again side by side.
she slipped her hand into my back pocket, held it there, my cheek in her hand, my mind now lost its immediate focus, it was no longer on this dish, ashtray, memory collector, whatever. it was on her hand on me.
she held her hand in my pocket for a bit until some other item took her away.
but that moment may not have been much of anything, or it may have been everything.