Wednesday, May 28, 2014


Your palm print
leaves permanent
stains where your hand
once was
and I know
you will never let me go.

When I close my hand
with rage,
or sadness,
you hold it tightly
until the storm has passed.

When I reach out
for assistance,
I know you are with me
even if I cannot see
your hand in mine.

Our hands are intertwined
forever - 
no matter what
my eyes see,
my heart knows
the difference.

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