okay

her hands are small and cool,

pale as milk and soft as a baby's skin,

they used to be intwined with another guy,

but now they are alone.


When she first held my hands,

I assumed all she needed was a tight squeeze,

a simple reassurance,

I'm here, I understand, you are beautiful, you deserve a better man,

you are going to be okay.


But when she didn't release mine, 

I realized she had seen

the tears that slipped down my cheeks

at the violin concert last night,

and I knew she knew we both needed healing 

at this time.


She assumed all I needed was a tight squeeze,

a simple reassurance,

I'm here, I understand, you are beautiful, you will find love again,

you are going to be okay.


And so we held each other close,

to let the world know

we,

are going to be okay.

The End

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