Hold

We said we’d hold each other.
You hold me,
I hold you.

Sometimes you held me so tight
You pinched me.
Your palm lines etched themselves into my skin.
Sometimes I didn’t hold you tight enough
you slipped through my fingers

But then you let go
So I held on for both of us
But truth is, my hands are only big enough for one of us
I let go.

 
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