Velva

velva
by Arianne Benford
when i lost my grandmother it was a different kind of longing        a different kind of pain. at work        i would stand in one place for 20 min at a time        and stare blankly off somewhere sometimes we would be down on the lake front     you before arthritis and cane    you and i would sit on the chunked concrete slabs lining the shore        and stare together out on the blue-gray-green.
we did not talk    but every once in a while you would look at me and smile
beaming of light the gleam in god’s left eye. i would grow warm with the sigh of a much needed touch     snuggle closer to breast and under elbow.
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