grasp of loss

You grasped my hand and held it tight

Telling me you would never hurt me 

Soon I wish I knew your grip was as cold as fire 

you let go but a piece of you still hung around 

Like a trendel of a old sweater that cried in the closet   

I never wanted the imprint from your hand to slip from mine 

After you left I did not cry 

I felt a large sense of relief skim my open soul 

The way you talked to the concealed winter sky nicer than you talked to me 

Why would I mind if your hand glided off mine 

After those weeks you eggresed my life I should've calmed the fire that you invoke inside me