The gaps- by Yashika Sangtani

The gaps between 
my fingers
are not meant for
someone else 
to fit them perfectly.

I am my lover
before I am your lover.
I have two hands
before I found your hand and its fingers
to have an affair with.
The gaps are for me;
my other hand’s fingers
in the first place,
to fit them perfectly
and beautifully.
Before you came 
or after you were gone,
I have myself to hold onto.

The gaps would still be filled
by my other hand,
with love.