Dec 17, 2009 00:14
Hands
warm, so heavy they lie
on sheets.
I love the way you looked
under natural sunlight
eating gushers on swings.
my mother rubbed those hands
to sleep
those hands on arms that
hugged me like a brother.
I miss you already and I love you I promise I did.
We'll see one another again.
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