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We still hold hands. But not like before. There’s no pull, no gravity, just the memory of movement. Your palm used to speak. Now it sits quiet. Still. A weight. Not a warmth. We walk beside each other like echoes— no destination, just the habit of staying close. We don’t look back. We don’t look at each other. We just look ahead, like maybe the future still owes us something soft. But the truth is— we already let go. We just haven’t opened our hands yet. I wonder if you feel it. The lack. The silence. The way my fingers fall asleep wrapped around your absence. Still— we lace them up. Day after day. Like matching masks. Like comfort in costume. Because pretending we’re still holding love feels safer than holding nothing at all.
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We hold hands like strangers do Not for love, just something to do Fingers laced out of routine In a space we’ve both left unseen No weight, no spark, no push, no pull Just hands, just quiet, just keeping full The hollow held hands of love gone still No heat, no fight, just time to fill We stay side by side, day by day But love packed up and walked away We don’t speak, but we don’t leave Our story written without belief I miss the grip, I miss the fire Now I just hold hands with a ghost’s desire Once, these hands could save a life Now they echo through the night The hollow held hands, slow to break A memory neither heart will fake We stay, we try, we drift, we bend But love stopped long before the end
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