Posted on May 2, 2022
by The Living Hand Staff
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I wish I had adequate enough words to describe the hole I felt.
Maybe you filled it.
Maybe you left it bigger than before. . .
all I know is that each time your words cross my mind,
I feel it again,
even more deeply than the last time.
Category: Poetry, Previous Issues, Spring '22 (vol. XXX), Writing