*I used to know every soft crack in her hand
and how I loved coating each one
with the skin from mine.
I would rest on her warmth
and think about how I never wanted to leave that vacation.
As the suns turned to moons, summer turned to winter
and winter couldn’t look back.
It dried her skin and calloused mine.
I would reach for her hand but
it gripped like a stranger with a hidden agenda.
Winter eventually turned back to summer but
summer was someone else.
I’m with a new hand now
who’s soft cracks attempt to fill my gaps. But
instead of giving her my skin,
I leave sand in between us
from last year’s vacation I never wanted to leave.*
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
*I used to know every soft crack in her hand
and how I loved coating each one
with the skin from mine.
I would rest on her warmth
and think about how I never wanted to leave that vacation.
As the suns turned to moons, summer turned to winter
and winter couldn’t look back.
It dried her skin and calloused mine.
I would reach for her hand but
it gripped like a stranger with a hidden agenda.
Winter eventually turned back to summer but
summer was someone else.
I’m with a new hand now
who’s soft cracks attempt to fill my gaps. But
instead of giving her my skin,
I leave sand in between us
from last year’s vacation I never wanted to leave.*
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