Your Hand
Your Hand...
Touched the back of my neck in the darkness,
A comfort without words...
It was not despair that gripped me
Just this relentless life, and the weight of learning to live it...
To be loved in the lonely and secret places,
By tenderness...by silence
With only the touch of your hand
Copyright © Roy Wilde | Year Posted 2023
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