A Gentle Squeeze
Half a century later.
Crimson sky, cool breeze Full moon rising behind. I slip into memory bank.
Walking hand in hand Fingers locked by Seashore. A gentle squeeze to say, “How I wish to hug you.”
I breathe her perfume Tangled with summer sweat, Wonder what she’s doing On other side of Globe? Is she waking up having dreamt A gentle squeeze, fingers locked?
My sunset, her sunrise Are hugging ‘cross horizon
Half a century has No meaning for love eternal.
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Rasheed Hooda is a published author and a regular contributor to ILLUMINATION, a writers’ community on Medium where writers support each other.
He is a self-proclaimed weirdo who lives a Freedom Lifestyle and writes about related topics — Travel (a top writer), Personal Growth, Freedom, and entrepreneurship. (Get the Newsletter)
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