Once In a While

It’s an involuntary action once in a while when I’m walking alone and reach for your hand. At that moment I’m lost in thought remembering our days together. I forget for a split second you’re gone. I feel foolish, then sad, but end up feeling glad for a time when you loved me. C.B.


How desperately
my empty hands
always search
for your hands
to hold…
Erni Aidil

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