She bows her head
A willow in the wind
Fire nipping at her heels
She has lit the candle and
Lets the wax drip over her fingers
Caught up in
Remembering
A time when another pair of hands grasped hers
But they are barely bones now
And she cries for the soft skin
That she will never have
Will never again hold against her cheeks
As a child who reaches for their blanket does
Will never pull a toothpick from the teeth
Of the body that the hands were
Connected to
Because he is just a body now
Just teeth and finger bones and
Decaying hair
She rests her head on the kitchen table
Almost as if she is too tired
To hold up the weight of
The memories
Without his strong arms
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
