It Had Never Been Touched Before Poem by Pierre Rausch

It was holding a glass of water for the thief
The flashlight looked like stars on a summer night
I heard screams, sharper then a knife
And jubilant, or serene or reminiscent
Left in the morning and didn't come back
Brought back a bottle of eye drops
Could be a big figure, could be
My heart was touched in a way
It had never been touched before
And had never been moved before
And had never been moved before
You would correct that person
All over the place, all over the square
And even there a hand to share
It was like being sealed away
Sunlight blinded me like the way
It had never been touched before
And had never been moved before
And had never been moved before
You would correct that person
Six month of waiting, of
Recovering, could barely walk
Elsewhere
It had never been touched before
And had never been moved before
And had never been moved before
You would correct that person