I miss her hand inside my hand Not just skin—it was lock and key Her fingers laced mine, no space, no retreat Like God drew outlines… then filled us both in I'd squat low—back already cracked— Pick her up like gravity forgot her name Held her eye to eye, same plane She'd laugh like the world was soft again We fit—hip to hip, heartbeat to heartbeat She said she felt safe, never let go Real skin, real smile—still true, poetry, in motion. Two years now, her seat stays empty I still glance right like she's about to slide in I still murmur, You warm enough? Even when steam fogs the dash, no breath but mine Dog's older, slower, looks for her shadow I catch myself asking him, She okay? He sighs—knows better than me Dash stays cold Mirror stays honest The silence isn't hollow… it's shaped like her I miss her hand inside my hand Not just skin—it was lock and key Her fingers laced mine, no space, no retreat Like God drew outlines… then filled us both in I reach for where she'd sit—empty No buckle, no click, no soft reply I still say your name… like it might wake up I still love you like you're still breathing I miss her hand inside my hand Not just skin—it was lock and key Her fingers laced mine, no retreat Like God drew outlines… then filled us both in I miss her hand… ...inside my hand.
