There is a certain kind of sadness in hand sanitizers
and now they are everywhere.
It breaks my chain of events.
A little souvenir of everything I have done till now;
Gone! with one pump, one spray, One rub.
Now I am assured it is all one big conspiracy.
To make us forget the sins and magic,
The hands that held together in the night called forever.
How my hands held your waist when we danced.
Your face when we cried!
And your hands on mine, Just before our last goodbye.
And the lust, the love, the care after...