By Hibaq Osman


i held your hand

fingers cold as the air hitting

against your rolled up window


i held your hand

the dust you breathe

lonely particles that have forgotten home


i held your hand

but do not know what to call you

or if it’s okay to leave my stories here


i held your hand

through tough news and earth swallowing rage

that sliced at your words before you could say them


i held your hand

and told you "you are worthy of love + the lightness that comes with it"

in case, after all that hand-holding

you were still unsure 


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