My face was smooth and even
I remember you saying
you always liked that about me
your hands were so soft
they made more love to me
than your body ever could
(or ever would)
When I cried
your fingers traced the rivers
and wiped them away
I can still feel your touch
hand cupped under my chin
it always made me smile
sometimes, it still does
I savored the fleeting moments
your fingers through my hair
or across my lips
holding hands left me giddy
I thought I understood
what was on your mind
Then came the silence
my own hands, longing to love you
were turned away
slapped down, crushed
without warning
tender memories reduced
to painful echoes
Now I sit here without you
fingering strands of hair
occasionally wiping away a tear
or touching my lips in thought
it's so familiar
but I do believe lines on my face
are beginning to show
About the Creator
Heather Hagy
Stephen King fan (but not like Annie "I'm your #1 fan" Wilkes cuz I'm sane and she's not)
Horror/supernatural are my favorite writing genres
Wife to 1 and mom to 4 humans, 4 dogs, 6 cats, and a dragon
"Jaws" is the greatest movie ever
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