two messages spurred a midnite phone call.
sitting in the hallway i listen to the start of a panic attack.
a little while later im there to hold.
i havent held in a long time.
crying crying sobing.
calm down. rubbing her back making sure she can be ok.
i think less than ten words went back and forth last nite.
i sat and held.
i layed and held.
hands wiping tears
hands holding hands
hands rubbing stomachs backs arms.
id like to do it again.
it came to find me today when my hand was grabbed the way i grabbed last nite.
ill do it agian.
but with who now?
holding hands with former lovers can stop the world
illegitimus non carborundum est
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i heart you back, gorgeous.
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