Caring Hands 

I remember,

When you traced the lines on my hand,

Running your finger across,

Where the pain would run one day.

 

I remember,

Cupping those hands into a shell,

Pouring myself out,

And into you as we sat.

 

I remember,

No one knew my hands like me,

I showed them off to you,

And like the picture, they changed somehow.

 

I remember,

As my hands trembled,

With ache, in anticipation,

I wished they would fall off.

 

I watch,

As I ball them into fists,

Pummel the hurt away,

And you along with it.

 

- Divij Kulkarni

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