she has the word free
written on her hand
holds it up to the glass
i instinctively reach down place my hand
over hers
whisper that i wish i was
but even that small device of the heart
that small giving by her true soft soul
helps me sustain
through the glass i can almost feel
the soft warmth of her hand
smell her sweet perfume
hear her voice
telling me not to weep
for these things iv lost
that she will love me always
and i will never be alone