Her Left Hand
By Chameleon
For years I was her right man, love, friend, and hand. Intertwined Hands We Were Together. Deep was my love, as was her love, despite our age. The warmth of our souls; our bodies. Was my home for three revolutions beyond The Sun. Icouldnotbreathbutforher,icouldnotlivebutforher. -----------And yet, ^ it ended. In pain, indifference, and jealousy. as do many. my position was changed no longer was i so elevated for her but she was still the altar of my soul and because of the connection we had that could not be broken i became her left hand used only in assistance and need. never for pleasure. and being attached as i was, i was forced to watch another, a right hand replacement he took that which i had grown he mocked my love for her with each kiss but my problem was not with him but her. and what can a left hand do, in revolt? nothing. ...it can only be severed by the owner. Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 08:29 PM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"For years I was her right..."