Like Holding Water In Your Hands

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Like Holding Water In Your Hands
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When I saw you I knew that was it,

That I was going to like you.

But it turned out to be so much more.

More than I think even I knew.

And when you spoke to me,

It was over from that moment.

My heart pounding

Like a warning, like an omen.

And your hands were so soft,

As you ran them over me.

You didn't miss an inch,

You swallowed me up like the sea.

And I clung to you so hard

Like you'd slip right through my fingers

But nothing good ever really lasts,

No matter how long it lingers.

And just like holding water in your hands,

No matter how tight the seal,

Your fist will always be empty,

That's always written in the deal.

And I tried to ignore it,

As you slipped away.

Your hands left my body,

Nothing left for us to say.

And I appreciate your candor,

I always appreciate honesty.

That doesn't make it hurt less,

As my heart breaks audibly.

So my hands are empty now,

But still damp with the memory,

And you sit across the room,

Witnessing the death of me.

Paige Graffunder
Paige Graffunder
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Paige Graffunder

Paige is an administrative and HR professional in Seattle, as well as a contributor to several local publications around the city, focused on interpersonal interactions, poetry, and social commentary.

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