By: Laura Lee Cochran 2025
Why is the sensation of a hand once held forgotten so easily?
It’s as if the warmth fades away, much like the last ember rising into a stream of smoke.
Something lingers, a feeling, an emotion, but yet that simple touch seems to have never existed.
What a small, simple thing to mourn.
But oh, I am quite sentimental.
And I wish not to forget.
Yet every time, I forget the gentle feeling of another’s touch.
That is, until I am once again reminded when they, again, take my hand in theirs so sweetly, and so softly.
Perhaps, I’ll learn to treasure this moment. For it brings me great joy to experience, but such loss when it is no more.
I wish to keep the ember lit, so before I can forget, I’m able to fan it into flame once more.