Hold a Hand

Hold a hand,
Hold the hand of your lost one, your beloved, the hand of the being who haunts you.
And when you become accustomed to the deep presence of the absence
hold any hand, your lover’s hand, your friend’s hand, your mother’s hand,
your own hand.

Prompt by: Phebe Macrae Corcoran

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