Sunday, April 5, 2015

NaPoWriMo - day five


i, too, would have thought
you were a ghost --
would have trembled,
would have wrapped myself
in disbelieving dread
thinking you still
dead and buried,
hidden behind the stone,

i, too, would have wanted
proof that you had indeed risen,
would have placed my hands
in your hands, my hand
in your side, pressed myself
against you to test your presence.

i carry that proof
like a stone
in the palm of my hand,
polished smooth
by my remembering,
made beautiful
by my longing,
laden with hope.

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