Your Hands

Those tiny spaces between our hands are now measured in miles.

I still remember the last nail polish you wore. But those pastel blue won't hit my memory anymore after I get a fork to have my dinner alone. And trust me, I had never felt so quiet in years; could even hear the water dripping from the tap.

For few days, I will be making coffee for two people. Not just because I'm used to making one for you.

Cause guess what?




I found your coffee-brown nail polish and decided to wear it on my left hand just to pretend it's you sipping caffeine next to me. Well, it turns out I can still get a bit dramatic even without you.

But I hope I'll find your nail polish too because the color looks horrifyingly ugly on me. And also because my coworkers have been staring at them.


The last time I had a panic attack, I remember, you were there to hold my hands. But now, I'm blindly staring at your Instagram picture and envying those flowers you're holding.

Before you disappeared in the airport, I told you I'll miss you. But I guess I was wrong.

I miss your hands. Your hands were the ones who hold me close to you whenever you hugged me to share our heart beats. And I know that those hands will be the ones to wipe your tears when you'll miss me.

So I don't know if I can list up to 13 reasons to miss your hands but the ones I remember, add up to love those pairs forever.


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Shoutout to Suwekshya Shrestha (Suweeeiii) for featuring her hand in two pictures. If you can guess those two pictures nothing might happen for sure.

Thank you for reading!

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