I wonder how you know

There were hands
that tried to hold me
but somehow
I always fell through
the cracks,

like my ghost
was the only thing remaining
in the space between their arms,
my body falling through
the vacancies
like sand.

But your hands
always know
to cover the gaps,

to hold me,
the right way,
the only way you know how.


One thought on “I wonder how you know

  1. It happens! Sometimes we are lucky enough to find the ghost hunter who knows just how to retain the most essential parts of who we are. This is another beautiful poem, Oriana!

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