These Things I Hold

I’ve held you in my arms
and my fingertips, your face.
I’ve held your hands after making love–
the most intimate embrace.
I’ve held the keys to your apartment,
then slipped them underneath the door
and chose to walk away.
There’s no going back to before.
I’ve held slander on my lips,
because you chose not to be there,
but because I loved you darling,
I now only hold a prayer.

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