I went to a cosmetics store
to buy some lotion
Tried to describe my type of skin
to the store clerk, a kind woman
She led me over to a sink
and held my hand in it
And washed it so carefully
for what felt like a minute
And I felt a tear running down my cheek
There in the store
I hid it quick
I didn't expect
to react like that
It's just that there's been a grief,
I've tried to carry with grace
A heart that broke
while I kept a straight face
A hand that forgot
what it's like to be held,
what it's like to be grazed