Heavy Hands

I used to wonder how
I could love him;
but he crept in slowly,
inch by careful inch
until he no longer reeked
of her and the kids he
never really wanted anyway.
But his hands grew heavy
until they left hints of him
behind, and I became the one
who reeked of dirty things
and wondered how anyone
could ever love me.

©Nicole Lyons 2018

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