Hands
Sitting close to me
At a coffee shop
I found your hands
In someone else's hands
Large strong hands
The hands of a Viking
Oh you are so dear to me
If only I could I would hold those hands again
Not having access to you anymore
I I have to do with glimpses
Of parts of you
In strangers
And I am heartbroken
And I cry
Right in front of an uninvited audience
This poem is about:
Me