{"sf1_id":1184550,"sf2_id":"XekEPzdn","title":"I Was Holding Her Hand","author":"Vaelin Roseshield","words":120,"posted_at":"2017-05-24T18:53:00.000Z","tags":["Love","Poem","Sad","loss"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1184550-i-was-holding-her-hand","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XekEPzdn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/61/f0/61f0f56b-1330-44ba-8387-6fdab2817e59","description":"","content":"I was holding her hand - when we first fell in love. Those sunny days when we'd laugh and play. I was holding her hand - that day at the altar. So smooth and alive, with beautiful eyes. I'm surprised I did not falter. I was holding her hand - when she gave me a child. The sensation of pride nearly drove me wild. I was holding her hand - when the doctors told us. Confirming our fears - she'd live no more than a year. I was holding her hand - when that time had come. We reflected on our lives - and all we had done. I was holding her hand - the day my love left me.  \n  \n\n"}