Hands

His hands
For everything I write about them
For everything I thought about them
I can still see them in my mind
Our handed together, intwined
Your hand next to mine
Showing me how small I was
Compared to how big you are
I think the patterns they ran
I grasp for them
Like a ghost wound and limb
I'm looking for the warmth
I know isn't there anymore
I'm looking for the warmth
Because I cant shake this cold

Note : I have a fascination with hands. Hmmm.