Hold my hand, dear, and say it’ll be okay.

i held a fist of sand as i once

held your fist

and watched as the grains

slipped away

like smooth fingers sliding

out of a warm

grasp

and the hollow air that

remained

was a reminder

of you blowing

whispered promises

into my ear

and my red palms

stayed permanently blushing

from the absence of the sand

and

the absence of you.

Updates

Hello!

A couple of happy news :3

I got featured on Writer’s Asylum a while back!

http://www.writersasylum.in/?s=Meenakshi+Shivram

(Please do ‘like’ the story and the poem, hehe)

One of my poem’s also got featured here:

https://lifeofmon.wordpress.com/2015/12/04/friday-reading-love-6/

Love,

M