Our hands are never able to touch

Our hands are never able to touch

A Poem by Fin Buckley
"

I wonder why that is.

"

I copy your pace,

    My stride matching your own

        Perfectly.

I laugh at all the things

You find humorous,

     So we are happy

    Together.

Yet, when it is just the two of us

   In the silence of a colorful evening,

      Our hands

          Are never able

     To touch.

© 2017 Fin Buckley


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I really like your poem!! It's not too long, but it doesn't need to be- it's exceptionally impactful, and the structure adds to the power of the message behind it.

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Fin Buckley
Fin Buckley

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I simply enjoy writing. Let the littlest things inspire you, and let that inspiration run wild. You will find yourself making a lot of art when you do. more..

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