he stops me and says, may I read you by your hands
I nod, too fragile to talk back
he doesn't not offer a map for the future but an explanation
of the present, uses words like: passionate, respected and honest
then he looks down to where the lines meet and says: Loss
creeps under your hand, in the form of distant obstinate cry-
bottled up, careful
but then miss you are intense, passion driven and those are
mere consequences
photograph is mine, Edinburgh 2015
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