Just a Hand

October 17, 2011
By lapisleaves DIAMOND, Durham, New Hampshire
lapisleaves DIAMOND, Durham, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
"...I wish none of this had happened." "So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."


I am empty
and it eats me
I hear music

faintly
calling for me
strings that creak and ache
so stuck with age
needing resin
like oil
that they may sing again.
I hear them
and they are so beautiful.

pearls form in my eyes
drip down my cheeks
astral packages of emotion
and all that is inexpressible.

the lonely god sighs
a

long
slow sigh
so tired
so tired.

he has been empty for so long
like I have been empty.
he hears tender keys
tapping pity
and damp thoughts
and numbness.
a melancholia of the most beautiful stars.

our fingers interlock
mine and the lonely god’s
and our songs blend
in a slightly less lonely confectionary
of the most emotional notes
of violins and piano.

today, the lonely god
is slightly less lonely.

today
he has a hand to hold
and so do I

but tomorrow
I do not know
if I will be there
to hold the hand of this poor
lonely god
and more pearls drip from my eyes
as the music drips away
like water from icicles in spring.


The author's comments:
I wrote this while listening to music from the Doctor Who episode, Madame de Pompadour, and cried while writing it. It's largely influenced by my thoughts and emotions for the Doctor, and Rose and the Doctor, and sadness and loneliness and just grabbing for that one person for one more moment.

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