Cosmetic Store

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