Your Invisible Hand
the way your hand felt in mine.
our fingers intertwined
like vines growing together.
That was the perfect moment-
pure, organic, authentic and real;
etched into my mind,
longing for company.
My hand is now left empty-
only filled with salty tears
and the delicate
desire
to be pieced together
again.
Doubt and questions did not exist,
or rarely crossed my mind.
Today, that’s all that
accompanies thoughts of
you.
What happened between
then and now?
Distance does not birth
such agonizing
strife!
I hear silence in response to my words,
receive apathy in return for my love and kindness,
filled with emptiness as opposed to my hope;
clearly we are unequally yoked
and I am choking.
Something has got to give…
and my love,
that something is
you.