Your Hands

Artwork~ Alfonso Simonetti (Italian, 1840-1892)

“Ancor Non Torna (And She Never Returned)”

Your Hands

I must have left the pulsing of my heart

throbbing in your hands

An empty hole in the hollow of my chest

a dark, cavernous space covered with bone and flesh

I must have left my soul

in the dark of your dreams

Do I haunt the night?

Do you hear the steady beat pounding in your ears?

In my mind I whisper your name

but you will never find me again

I'm not lost

I pass by, and you are so close

I could almost reach out to touch you

Your eyes so empty without me

no more will I answer

You have broken what was left

throbbing in your hands

Angela Minard 2012©