Your hands so soft,

your hands in mine,

I didn’t even begin to realize.

You held them close,

you held on dear,

in all the ways which I now know, but could not hear.

You lying there while I lay here,

our hands cupping nothing but blanket and thin air.

My head down, eyes now closed and you’re where?

Behind my eyelids,

a place your warm hands still warm up mine,

a place where I still smell your hair.

 

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