One a Day: Monody

I miss sitting close
enough to feel each other’s body heat.
Tracing his lifeline,
feeling the ridges on his index finger,
aligning mine with his.

Now I live without him,
My heart, mellowed by age.
But I miss the intimacy
of holding his hand.

Our loss echoes in the silence.

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