Lonely Hand

‘Hands Folded Woman’ image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons)

Lovers’ hands
still holding on,
gripped,
suckered,
stuck

like the suckers
on windows
of wooden
toy-shop
arrows

bought,
aimed,
fired,

landed,

then pulled off,
popped off;
all leftover traces of
once-was
washed off
without regard
by a sloppy
window
cleaner.

And a note
shared through
a door;
a request for payment
for what once
was.

A lonely hand,
wrinkled, struggles to
sign a cheque –
trembling.

Illegible.

A singing soul
signs.

Remembers.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018