The Last Time We Held Hands

 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