I don’t know why but your hand slipped out of mine
As if it had no place there anymore
It used to be quite effortless reaching out to feel the warmth of your palm in mine on a cold day
Sometimes in my sleep I would dream of being steadied by your hand only to wake and find my finders entwined with yours...comfort
It was the silent communication of touch as we walked on the beach that tethered our hearts as moonlit waves kept tempo with our hearts
Then one day when I reached out you pulled your hand away
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt the sting of silence between us
Today my hand is empty
My fingers cannot feel
My steps are uncertain and
My sleep is disturbed
All because of the last time we held hands