My Hand

November 22, 2008
By Hannah Yoo, Tenafly, NJ

My hand belongs to you
It has your name in all the lines
It holds your name in all the grooves
It screams your name in all the rips
Your hand is gone now
Mine needs your soft fingers
Mine misses the shape of yours
Mine wants yours to itself
I have to slap my hand away
Whenever yours is near
It seems to have a mind of its own
I wonder if it can hear
The moans I make when I sees you
The cries I make when I miss you
Or the tears I shed when I want you



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