Hands

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It was only our hands that ever met.
Our hopes, like our words, never touched.
Yet, even so, I thought I felt their breath.
Yes. And I trembled as they passed.

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LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago

Interesting... I can feel the whistfulness for what will never be.

Oldbear63Oldbear63over 10 years ago
Missed opportunity, or just missed

A friendship that went no further, a thought after a casual meeting? I can create a personal story (or several) thinking about this. Nice, Cleardaynow...

todski28todski28over 10 years ago
Nice

good depth, you give the reader a sense of missed opportunity, that tingling that you should do something about this moment and you missed it.

it left that "what if" question hanging over your head