When the memory of you becomes a bit too fond,
a bit too strong,
When the hollow space in my heart makes its walls a bit too thin,
a bit too singed
my hands clasp together,
as if,
one were yours.

Just like those desperate baby elephants that get left behind,
and comfort their loneliness by holding there tails with their trunks,
As if it were enough.
As if it felt like being loved.