Hand

I see the fingers,
Straining to reach.
Something that fell,
Completely underneath.

Why did the grip relax?
Or did the opposition
Tug itself completely free,
Lost to nature?

The hand once held
My whole world
Now it only leaves
The shadow.

The hand doesn't give up
It doesn't stop its search
Until it finally will,
The object will not come back.

Shadows make the hand
A complete havoc.
It cannot be consoled
Or prevented.

Will the object come back?
Or perhaps it is time
To look for another object,
That won't let itself free.

This state of pain
Is completely unbearable.