FOLDING
I said
"it takes two"
hands to clap
but also
two hands to strangle
a soft, tender emotion
Our hands that once came together
have folded
my heart, over and over
into a tiny kernel of
bright
pulsating
pain
caught in my throat
You folded (I'm choking)
I'm folding, smaller and smaller
Yes
the hands I held to my heart are missing
and I always miss the hands the most
More than the eyes
more than the voice
and even more
than I miss the smell of your hair
But you looked at your hand and decided
to fold
so I've folded
into myself
trying to keep the pieces together
and now
no one wins the game.