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 and crave.

You lying there while I lay here,

our hands cupping nothing but blanket and thin air.

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

Behind my eyelids,

the place your warm hands warm up mine and I smell your hair.

 

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