by H.M. Anderson
You have soft hands.
Your touch echoes on my skin
even now after time and space has
separated us.
My soul remembers you still.
Your sweet caress and gentle embrace.
We have been split in two.
Endlessly wandering.
My soul aches at ancient tragedies
in a familiar way.
Were we there?
I ask myself.
Only the stars know.
Did you hold my hand?
Of course, you did.
You feared for us both and so did I.
Each time I find you my world
splits wide open.
I find myself open before you
like the delicate pages of a book.
I will always find you.
A promise.
Whispered on cold winter nights.
Declared in the pouring rain.
In the middle of the sea.
Between silk sheets
awash with fire and vulnerability.
I remember your eyes.
They shine like gems.
I embellish my delicate fingers,
Wrapped gently with stones and simple bands.
Remember?
they whisper to me.
Tears fall, as soft and warm as they are.
They search for you.
I ache for you.
Are you divine?
Do you know of me?
Can you feel me?
You are like gravity,
always pulling me back to the ground.
Sweet as honey,
and soft as red velvet.
I will hold you close to me,
the ways I always do.
My heart has a mind of its own.
It must be near to yours.
Only then may we breathe clearly.
I wish now that I could
be near to you.
I weep,
But there is hope.
For we have promised,
to always find each other.
My name is Hanna Anderson I was born and raised in Colorado. I have not started college yet myself due to going through three major hip surgeries in my life. Books and writing have always been a passion of mine and have helped me a great deal in coping with my struggles. My hope is to one day get my MLIS degree to be an archivist and become a published novelist.