He slid his fingers,
through the spaces in hers.
He’d never been so passionate.
He repeatedly kissed her left hand,
as if finding some peace of mind.
For that night,
her ring finger lay bare.
‘It’s just us right now’,
she whispered as she kissed his hand in return.
He pulled their hands to his chest,
as they shared a gaze.
Who’d of known this would be the last time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem