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

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