Why do you hold my hand so tightly?
‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you silly.
But I’m not goin’ anywhere. I promise.
I know you’re not, but I lost you once before.
A long time ago, when I wasn’t
much bigger than you are now.
You don’t remember, but I let you go
on a cold winter’s morning.
As I lay in bed listening,
your hand slipped from mine.
When I looked back, you were gone.
I found you lost in the forest of shadows,
wandering in shame.
You don’t remember, but you were crying,
unable to get past the demons
haunting those ghostly woods.
Then, hand in hand, we made our way back to grace.
And I promised, to never lose you again.
©2016 Brenda Baker
A poem inspired by a post that I wrote last October before I started writing poetry: Empty Spaces