Holding Onto a Moment Gone

I felt it

While holding a cold glass in my hand

The tips of my fingers became frosted

And while caressing the palm of my other

I felt yours instead

The strength in your toughened skin

The smell of your favorite moisturizer

Which I only began using

To hopefully emulate this exact thing

The memory of your hands

In mine

-am I cursed to only recreate these moments?

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