It’s been over a year since I met her;
but every now and then, especially when I’m desperate,
I grab a pen and write her name on the palm of my hand..

It’s quite fascinating how it’s never the length of an encounter that determines what it means for one person…
Some link can be established in seconds while others take a lifetime to form…
Some fade away, and some stay.

Hers though seem to be standing the test of time…
And whilst I can seem to get a hold of her,
with not only continents but the busyness of life between us,
I still find immense satisfaction from caressing the ink that bears her name on my hand…

She’s with someone else now,
Happy? I hope, but I doubt…
Some days I wonder why I chose not to hold on to her,
And other days wonder hands me over to regret and melancholy.
That doesn’t prevent me from finding traces of ecstasy in seeing her name on my hand…

And until another link is formed;
until I find myself in the safety of someone else’s arms;
I will still write her name on the palm of my hand.