Touch

In mind and out

In your empty room
my fingers touch your silence
put their ears to your mysteries,
and listen to the histories
like potent dust they gently touch and trace the lines within

In your open palm
my fingers read each page of you,
your memories like they’re written
in the braille of scar tissue
I walk into corners of your destiny
and find a space
that’s made for us to be

Artwork: Valerie Hammond

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