Fingerless
Some people look for that perfect fit:
Out stretch there hands for a hand to hold.
When sadly,
They come up
To realize
That they themselves
Are fingerless;
Looking for fingers to wrap
And intertwine-
I wasn't looking for a hand to hold this whole time.
But rather
New fingers
To call them mine.
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