leaves permanent
stains where your hand
once was
and I know
you will never let me go.
When I close my hand
with rage,
pain
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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