Holding Hands? By: TomB No comments

The Surprise

At your hand’s demise,

Now flooding my fingers with life

After that Non-stroke/Soft stroke.

 

My hand is now numb.

The only one left is my thumb,

But as your numbing skin leaves –

I cannot grasp.

 

Your eyes now open wide.

My hope now subside

With the slowing heart inside,

As if it were sand in a tide.

My hand dies –

My heart dies –

I die –

Then, I sigh.