After asking permission to sit
I held your hand and examined it;
Five pages, each embedded with more meaning
Than infinite libraries. I flicked
From page to page, and finally
I touched the palm, this mystic object
I could not parse, not then.

Deaf to your breathing, your signature, your eyes
I let it fall, then left the bed
And left your room, and you.
I do not think we ever spoke again.

Histories and worlds enfold this move
Inevitable as it was; from here it seems the fulcrum
Of a trajectory not taken.
As an old satellite, decaying orbit
Suddenly snags the atmosphere and falls
Silent in the darkness, till the planet’s roaring
Shakes it out, it rips apart;
Just so, I left the building.

And now, from time to time, in another land
I dwell upon your hand.

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Send your life out in multiple directions like a galaxy shedding stars. Always come back to hope and try to thrive. All posts, (poems, stories, essays, etc.) here are composed by my hand, unless noted otherwise. Please ask if you'd like to use one.

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