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Your hand in mine makes the rest of the world small. The full moon is tiny compared to the size of the feeling of your hand in mine. Butterflies flutter and birds twitter at the periphery of my existence, but I have no notice of them, because I am ensconced by my senses being so loaded with you. The world is a staircase to somewhere, and wherever that is, it's you. because there is no softer gong-stick for the beat of my heart, than you. There is no snugger blanket for the warmth of my body, than you. There is no brighter sunshine for seeing myself, than in your eyes. And I can feel all of that in your hand, when it's in mine. |
Copyright ©2019 Ashi Shadow - 3/19/19 on Shweta.
Started in my head on the way home from work with early evening full moon in sky.
Was imagining holding her hand and imagining being on a road trip married to her.
I picked out one of our wedding songs while driving.
I was looking forward to talking to her.
The gong stick and beat lines were written, then she called me to tell me she was going to dinner with some people after a workshop.
I was sad.
I had a hard time finishing it.
The last stanza ended up different than intended, but I think it is actually better than the first half (and better than it would have been) despite being different from how originally intended.