My hands, what they have touched, what they have felt.
They stroked my love's cheek in disbelief.
Finally we're here, I whispered, as they slowly moved down, his chin, his chest. Stopping. Resting over his heart. Feeling it beat. Just for me. Just for us. And this moment.
They held a mother cat taking her last breaths. Caressing her as much as they could, wiping away a sea of tears.
My hands wrote exams, letters, poems. Grabbed my sister's to savely guide her where ever she wanted to go.
Waved goodbye and sent kisses. Held on tightly. And let go. Felt the cold of ancient ruins, ran over words engraved in stone. Centuries ago.
Connecting me, with everything I feel so deeply, infinitely more.