my hand, a gentle dance

bloated with emotions or hollowed out when it’s gone,
full, empty, and craving again.
a love should come and lay a hand upon you—
unexpectedly, quiet and unassuming,
one so gentle, at first glance you will deny it.
this love arrives when you’re not ready for it,
caught in the chaos of your own healing.
inconvenient or ill-timed, it will pass.
but don’t let its passing deceive you—
recognizing something beautiful
yet feeling unprepared to receive it
is the first step toward allowing it in.