Fragile Fingers

I miss the warmth of her skin.

Lightly falling pure white snow.

Lead me on wherever you go.

I wish I had known right from the start

That this love would tear me apart.

Your small hands I'd hold forever

Had I known that come December

It would be all I remember.

Your soft skin a memory.

Your soul such a mystery.

Flying away 

Young and free

I know where you go,

It won't be with me.

Still take me on

Wherever you lead.

Reviews

[emily.c.]

really nice imagery in this, the feeling that things and people are fleeting comes across throughout the poem. Great write.