Sep 2014
Even when I'm walking
next to her,
I am not whole
if I'm not holding her hand.
How beautifully
small,
and perfectly molded
for my hand
to feel at home.
next to her,
I am not whole
if I'm not holding her hand.
How beautifully
small,
and perfectly molded
for my hand
to feel at home.
(nowhere, yet everywhere.)
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