DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: MORNING ARMS, by Erick Garske

My hand shook my shoulder this morning
until I awoke.

Both my arms are wondering
where your arms could be.

They miss you.
Both of them.

We should take our arms to the beach again.
They’ve become quite attached
to each other
the way they wrap themselves
around each other
arm in arm,
hand in hand.

They were meant for one another,
I think,
their hands clasped together so perfectly.

The way
I was meant for you
And you were meant for me.