Sometimes when you grip a loved one
it can be so hard it hurts
almost as if the idea of love
can be transferred by the pressing of flesh
into soft arms and shoulders.
Sometimes there is a need to release
and no matter how hard you try
you can't ever express your love
through mere words and a few moments of touch
and you might feel your eyes glowing
and marvel at the wealth of emotion within
but it seems so inadequate
so incomplete.
Sometimes you will find
yourself standing upon dormant grass
as you visit your beloved's grave
angry at your inability to express love
to the decaying flesh that lies below
and your words--your words that were
carefully chosen and fraught with tears
don't sink into the earth, but just
float away upon the cold breeze as if
they were smoke dissipating in the wind
and your love begets sorrow into anger
and your yell and scream because your grip
your grip is tight
but holds nothing.
Sometimes you just hold what you have
in silence.
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