I often imagine our fingers entwined in a clasp..
Like our souls find themselves...entwined...
Wound around each other...in a cyclic grasp
Our fingers.. though they only know....
The freedom from the other's clasp...
And not the pain from it's loss
Our souls...in utter contrast don't really know...
The escape from love's eternal clasp...
Instead, they know and feel the pain from this loss..
This loss that our careless fingers chose not to grasp..