Her limb extends and she grips the air, trying to find what she is looking for.
But there is no one there.
Her world has shifted,
She sees it in her dreams.
That one more pair has found hands to hold makes her empty one seem so much more heavy.
So what does she do?
Isn’t that what we all want to know?
Would to keep searching down her luck?
Should she simply wait?
All but her.
It’s good to wait for good.
But how long does one wait?
Soon that empty hand will be so heavy, not even she will be able to hold.