My Hand Writes Words... Poem by Dónall Dempsey

My hand writes words
that you
will never hear

embracing then with now
this moment

your smile
exists only
in the words my hand creates

only syllables
retain your touch

words can only say so much
...letters

fail
to hold back time
(bring back time)

you are only you
(in my mind)

through my net of words
you fall

even the tips of your fingertips
as they arc through the space of time

your hand comforting a distressed dress

your hand soothing a wisp of hair

fall through
my net of words

falling back towards

your death
(yet again) .

Each time I remember you
Do you have to die again?