Your hands

Shaking madly as you

Look me in the eye

For the first time

My hands

Itching for a man’s touch

Aching for more

Than just painted nails and bracelets

As I notice you staring

Our hands

Both fidgeting

As the professor rambles on

Wishing for something better to do

Your hands

Holding the pencil perfectly

As you toss your shaggy hair back

And continue to make beautiful art

My hands

Inching closer to yours

Because he paired us up for a project

About who knows what

Our hands

Straining to hold on

To the now heavy weighted pencil

As we scribble down our research

Your hands

Smoothing out when you

Hear my hysterical laugh

At the awesome joke you just made

My hands

Smoothing out my already straightened hair

As I stare at my reflection

And wish you were at my door

But weeks later,

Your hands

Are pulling me in a tight hug

On April 14th, the day I walked in

With blotchy eyes and a drenched face

Because my mama’s hands

Would never get to touch

Or love my Daddy’s skin again

And the last time they did

Was before I could even remember

My hands

Folded on my lap as I

Drive to my Dad’s new apartment

A new place I’ve never been

And I can imagine you, home safely in your bed

Our hands

Drift apart as my lips get dry

As the stories go untold

And my heart refuses to unfold

Your hands

Typing on your phone

Asking if we can talk

And clutching your phone as

The three little dots disappear

My hands

Reaching for yours when I finally can tell you

“I love you…

But I can’t love right now…”

“My drunken Daddy has taken full custody.”

“So I haven’t seen my dear mother in weeks.”

Our hands

Slowly entwining as you ask

“Is that really true?”

“Do you love me?”

Your hands

Shivering as I say

“Yes, but I’m not ready.”

“I’m so sorry.”

My hands

Pulling away from his

As you says “Please, don’t.”

“It’s hard but it’ll get better.”

“Please meet me in the park tonight.”

Your hands

Getting cold as the moon shines down

And you sit by the little willow tree

Praying, wishing, hoping for my shadow

To appear

My hands

Buried under my blankets

Listening to my Dad get drunk with friends

Down in the kitchen

That I don’t belong in

Our hands

Getting frozen in the icy cold

Past that now will haunt me

Forever as I wake up each day

Remembering how I left you there

By the willow tree

All alone in the cold

Your hands

Never to be touched again by mine

My hands

Aching from the scar that will always bleed

Our hands

Just another tragedy

That chokes me in the middle of the night

Because I was bleeding myself

And you wanted me

To be strong but I couldn’t bare

So I left you

By the willow tree

All alone in the cold

By the willow tree

All alone in the cold

🏞️❄️

Sincerely,

Caralia🫶🏼

My word count on this was 515… that’s a new record! I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or bad thing haha!

But… I mean this prompt has been sitting in my drafts since forever, and while writing this, I was thinking of my grandma who had to leave her mom at nine due to a divorce. So that’s kind of where I got the idea I guess. I can’t imagine getting torn away from my home like that. Especially at nine!

So I decided to write about it, to help get the story out there! Thanks for reading!

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This is pretty random, but today I had the best French toast ever!! It tasted like heaven!! French toast now has my heart 💜