I can see them
The hands
Together
A girl’s and a boy’s
Laced with love
Sewn to one another with tenderness
And affection
And other feelings that I wish were mine
I wish it was my hand
Tingling and a little sweaty
Fitting perfectly inside his hand
Creating a special connection
One that lets us talk
Without opening our mouths
And we just catch each other’s eye
And smile and share
A secret moment
Together
Like our hands
But right now
My hands are in my lap
Alone and
Cold
Always so cold
Seeking warmth
That flows from your heart
Into mine
With the only path being
Through our hands
Or their hands
They are radiating heat
Hotter than the sun
But they have each other
And I have
No one
No hands
Only the coldest ice
That not even their warmth
Can melt
So I look at my hands
My sad hands
Neglected
And I look at theirs
Happy hands
And loved
And I long for that
To have a hand
Built just for mine
That can wrap it up
And hold it with just
The right amount of squeezing
But I have searched for that perfect hand
And it is not there
I see them
Their hands
But I cannot see mine.
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