I Fear
I fearIf I don’t rub my thumb on the back of your fingers,I might forget what holding your hand felt like.I fearI will lose my sense of touch firstOut of all the human senses. I fearIf I don’t hug your body with all my might,I
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Hairband
I lost a hairband that I liked to wear. I liked how it felt on my head. It had a gentle, wavy design That combed my hair back— Neither too hard Nor too soft. It clung to me with a silent “I got you“ promise.