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new hands

we took our time to see,
let our eyes acclimatise,
transferred old love,
and the old faded lines.

we held tight to our empty hearts
yet gradually, imperceptibly, moved apart,
until the space between was torn in half.

reflecting on those warm
lost days, blissfully touched
in all different ways,
though time limits even the most
perfect, and amazed,
for end does come,
at the end of days.

we clung like limpets
to the old core,
like an old rusting anchor
barely there anymore,

salt and sand wore us away,
and lost, love dissolved
beneath the waves.

such longing sometimes
for the touch of new hands,
new lips and new arms,

though now we are tied,
and move on through the air,
until nothing is left
as though nothing was there.

new hands

uncleblack

Joined February 2010

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