C: Curled

The lazy finger of dawn curls my hair

and brushes against my face

and I am back  on a fog ridden road

from long ago….when you walked on ahead

leaving my hand still curled around yours

clutching to the warmth of your fingers.

 

Your footsteps faded and became still

your voice spoke only in my head

as I followed you then, as I search for you now

in strange cities, in the mist of the hills

certain that one day I will turn that corner

and you will be waiting there.

 

And I will be a child once more

and throw myself into your arms

and you will lift me up and hold me

and this time…… This time

my hands will remain

forever curled up in yours.

 

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Rian Durant says:

    This is such a beautiful, haunting poem!

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  2. miladyronel says:

    Amazing. This made me think a lot about death and loved-ones I’ll see again one day… Good luck with the rest of the challenge.

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  3. I loved this. It could be interpreted so many ways. It made me think of my grandmother and the comfort she always provided and how I wish I could hold her hand one more time and be in that safe haven of her unconditional love.

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  4. It’s a beautiful ode to romance and intimacy:)

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