I went to a cosmetics store
To buy some lotion
Tried to describe my type of skin
To the store clerk, a kind woman

She led me over to a sink
And held my hand in it
And washed it so carefully
For what felt like a minute

And I felt a tear running down my cheek
There in the store
I hid it quick
I didn’t expect
To react like that
It’s just that there’s been a grief
I’ve tried to carry with grace
A heart that broke
While I kept a straight face
A hand that forgot
What it’s like to be held
What it’s like to be grazed