A gentle touch on coarse skin
Cupped hand, clenched heart,
A laughing room reduced to silence.
Fingers remove the power of sound
Clenched heart, desperate to pound,
To beat with the movement of my hand.
Flashing memories of an old love
Softer skin to match my softer beat.
Never silence not with him,
Then, everybody loved to talk –
Now, only a clenched heart,