The Hands I Used to Hold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another bitter memory in life. Sometimes I'm not so sure this is truth, but I hope that one day it may be.

Submitted: July 15, 2009

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The Hands I Used to Hold
I hold the hands that so lovingly held my own—
The hands I trusted…
The ones that painted every heartbeat gold;
A living and pulsing treasure was made
When your hands were mine to cherish.
Everything you adored blossomed like the
Earth under a smiling sun,
And my heart was yours,
Feeding you hope and keeping you safe from those
All consuming silences
Birthed from loneliness,
Slowly draining the life out of every step you took.
I kept you free from that daemon—
The one that held its hand around your neck
And threatened to take you to a dungeon beyond the
Grave,
Full of lies and lonely things.
I would have held your hands all through the
Perils of life,
And helped you out of your wounds…
Yet, your gaze fell into the eyes of another.
In that moment,
Did you realize I was gone?
Did you see your misery upon the rise?
Did you see your regret?
I wish you would have…
Yet, a new love cherishes this face you let go
As well as the hands you threw from your side.
This new love throws any pity for you into oblivion.
This new love matches my own…
And I am profoundly satisfied and content,
Though the shadows of your wounds still remain.
This new love is more than simple words spoken—
I can only hope your heart moves on so happily
So that you can see,
There’s no one else that loved you more than
Me.
 


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