Outstretched fingers touch mine,
And then fall away,
Pulled by gravity and an urgent call
Leaving me, going away.

Fluttering gently against smooth skin
But falling away.
Always, always, falling away from me.
Leaving me, going away.

Calluses meet smooth tips,
Before they fall away.
Yet again, they fall away from me --
Yet again I am left behind. 

I touch my fingers to my cheek,
Although they fall away.
They bring me comfort that never stays --
And I remain behind, alone.

Whorls and patterns trace my own,
They do not fall away.
Your fingers hold my hands so close --
Never wanting to leave me behind

The End

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