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By: Foxseaone~`

“Hell,” he once said
“is being so close we could almost touch,
but not being able to.”
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Now as I sit apart from him
in the courtroom
trying not to stare,
I think
he was right.
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I used to stretch my hand
out in the air,
imagining him holding it
as I walked in the woods.
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Now I see
his ringless hand
only holding his own.
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We were always holding hands
always within reach.
We couldn’t stand not being in contact.
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Now we never talk,
and I understand what he meant.
Hell isn’t the absence,
it’s the inability to change it.
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C. S. Fox