She Watched His Hands

She watched his hands

Fingers picking at his skin

The nails filed short

Perfect crescents

The ends of the fingers

Slightly flattened

A man used to hanging on

With his finger tips

She slipped her hand into his

Drawing it onto her lap

Tracing his lines with her fingers

Feeling his deeper exhale

She closed her eyes and listened

Listened to his pain

Breathing it in

Hoping she could heal him.

But knowing when she did

He’d leave again.

 

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