Gentle hands scar hearts forever

Why did you have to do that
all those years ago?
Why do those acts of kindness haunt me
like a good dream that won’t really let go?

You liked me
possibly loved me
and in ways that I still don’t really understand
but time and situation dragged away your gentle hand

Your hands, too soft, scarred me
Your gentle ways bewitched
and yet, reality has swept those times
into the past, the great and relentless abyss

So in joy, I have sorrow
memories pleasure are present pain
What could have been is but naught
and lives on and on again.

Live well!
Live free!
Love freely as you did me

Tread lightly as you touch
your softest of soft hands
leave forever marks.