Holding Emptiness Poem by Robert Glass

Holding Emptiness



I held tight
To her hand
As though doing so
Would keep her spirit
Anchored in this world.
Now, looking at my hands,
I wonder what their good for
If they are unable
To secure the things
We love most;
It must be the same thought
That tortures the surgeon's
mind.
It seems my hands are only good at
Holding emptiness.

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