Dec 2019
Her clear blood stopped running,
And she thanked me and walked off
But before she went I hugged her
“Be safe, okay? You know I’m here.”
She nodded and scampered off
I watch her go and I’m left alone
But then I start to move
Away from the memory
The sad reality is that it was a dream
I recurring one that pains internally
I feel the warmth of her hand leave
And I clutch that hand harshly
When consciousness shakes me awake
But I promise to have a bandage
For whenever they bleed again
I'll keep it in the Dear Evan Hansen book
The one we secretly took to
So secure and unopened
Just say the word and I’ll protect
Those beautiful hands I loved so deeply
And she thanked me and walked off
But before she went I hugged her
“Be safe, okay? You know I’m here.”
She nodded and scampered off
I watch her go and I’m left alone
But then I start to move
Away from the memory
The sad reality is that it was a dream
I recurring one that pains internally
I feel the warmth of her hand leave
And I clutch that hand harshly
When consciousness shakes me awake
But I promise to have a bandage
For whenever they bleed again
I'll keep it in the Dear Evan Hansen book
The one we secretly took to
So secure and unopened
Just say the word and I’ll protect
Those beautiful hands I loved so deeply
I remember once day I mentioned that all Asian hands were lovely. I almost sounded like I had a fetish. Then out of the blue, she asked me, "Are mine pretty?" I said, "When you don't hurt them, yes." But that was a cheap excuse. I had caught myself from saying, "The most beautiful I've ever seen."
