We live in a world of couples,
significant others, best friends, partners.
I watch lovers on the streets,
hand in hand,
making their declaration of acceptance
to the outside world.
I look down at my sides
and see empty hands.
Hands that once felt the gentle touch
of a lover,
hands that guided children to adulthood
are now empty and alone.
They are stuffed in coat pockets
to hide their pain and longing,
hoping that some day,
they will again be full of life and love,
fingers clasped within another's,
making that soulful connection
and feeling in step with the world
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