I want to hold a thing with history;
to run my hands
along a fold
creased by fingers
long ago,
to smell the remnants
of a life gone by,
to know the mind
of distant sky,
to touch the oils
fingerprints burned,
to kiss a moment
in the dirt
and imagine the day
when I will join it,
to wonder who I hold
and who will one day
hold me.
Every line has so much of emotion in it. I’m sorry if you lost someone.
Beautiful poem. Well done 😊
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