On farewells

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rober2

Published: Oct 30, 2012

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It is not that your hands
are not here to be held, but that
they are pointing over hills I cannot cross
to seas that are salt with excitement
just as
the trees do not grieve the passing of the leaves,
except that they are over the horizon.

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I can't determine if this is a bit too sappy. Oh well, I think I got in some good metaphors and whatnot, and I like the rhythm. I also think I have perhaps a bit too much of a fetish for hands as a symbol for human contact. Is this a cliche or am I the only one doing it? Critiques and feedback welcome.