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your fingers

by John Herzog

I remember the time
I intertwined your fingers with my own
and let the world slip away
and since then
the spaces between them
have been as empty as the nights
where I lie restless
fast forwarding in my mind
to the end of this movie
where I take you into my hands
your heart beating against mine
and the credits never roll

07/18/2012

Posted on 07/18/2012
Copyright © 2021 John Herzog

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/18/12 at 09:40 PM

I'd say that this isn't bad for someone who says they haven't written for a while. And where did you move?

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/19/12 at 01:48 AM

A wonderfully-constructed, well-written memory.

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