My hands were once smooth as silk
Tracing the lines that sketched the ties
That slipped in and out of our existence,
But over time the calluses of your words
And silence slowly formed the
Hills and valleys
That separated us
From what we once were.
Where once my touch was elegant
And tongue was eloquent
Formed dunes of sand and
Incomprehensible gibberish.
I reach out for your name,
But my lips refused to speak it
My heart refused to need it
And my hands emptied themselves
Of any kindness they had left.
And though they’ve softened now
They’ll never trace your form again.
Moonlit Poetry 