By Monica C. Voskamp
I press my hands
Against yours
Melt into the feel.
I loved the way we fit
Pressed hand in hand,
I thought,
Perfectly.
I don’t want to never
Not feel your touch
But suddenly now,
It’s happening.
We let our hands
Slip away
Willingly.
I feel the emptiness of you
Missing in my life.
I feel it so strong
So I know you do too.
Two hearts don’t collide
Like this that often
In one lifetime.
Two hearts don’t often
Mesh likes ours
In the history of time.
Yet we let it go.
We let it go,
Hoping that somehow
Something more beautiful
Will unfold.
I don’t think
I’ll ever understand
The story of our hands,
Yours and mine.
Such a complex intrigue:
You plus me.
But I will remember
The places we’ve been, Together
The places we’ve grown, Stronger
The places we’ve seen become, Better
Better, simply because we were
Together.
Remember these places with me,
And don’t be too wistful
For all the places we never reached.
I still love your hands, Always.
That’s a given.
They are imprinted
Deep within me.
Deep symbolic strength
Kindness, gentleness
Sacrificing for me.
These, your fingerprints,
Written on my soul.
We entered new portals
When we met each other
Found forcefields of light
In pitch black dark.
Remember these moments
Don’t forget too quickly
You and me,
We were
One epic team.
Yes, I can’t stand
Not feeling you now
But at least I got to cherish
For a time, a brief time.
I will remember
The warmth
The soul comfort
Of your hands,
My hands
United together.
Together, I can’t say that word enough
Together is how I can best describe
The way.
The way they found each other
Loved and laughed
Cried and mourned.
Nurtured and healed
Found and lost
Second time over.
I will remember our hands
The way they were
When we let them be
Together.
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕
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