Cold Hands

Sitting gripping onto things I cannot hold
I wait for sun to warm my hands
and shun the cold.
The empty film and faded cups of all the nights
we never did a thing that meant a thing
to anyone but us
sitting where they’ve sat
since we were sipping, throwing back
tipsy hour after hour
after our own doors had shut.

A world without and just the two of us within,
it was quiet, always quiet,
even when we
spoke and laughed and fought and fucked-
-a breath within a breath,
it was a silence in the constant ring
of cellphone dings and parking lots.
It was the other side that every coin must have,
warm against your palm
and heavy in your hand.

...
Still,
sitting thinking all the thoughts I can’t control
I close my eyes to say goodbye
and let them go.
The empty sky and fading stars are still a sight
even if you’re gone to where you’ve gone,
wherever that may be-
I still can hear your laugh
over all the waves that crash,
with the hunter now the hunted
as your giggles drown their splash.

And yet, the sun has risen
many times.
It doesn’t warm my hands,
and that’s okay.
A few more breaths and I’ll be
on my way
to warm them holding yours
again.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was quite beautiful and seemed to go full circle as relationships often do. I was surprised by the gravity and depth of the write even though it seems to show no fear of being real. There were a great many wonderful connections touched upon and it settled in the end with hope. A very enjoyable read, kudos on this piece. Thank you for sharing your talents here.

[Gee]

Enjoyed this sir.
I often drift off, to often in fact, thinking about those recently departed and how they are missed. Tis a, sort of, resolution this year to find more inner peace putting into a special place my memories of those no longer here.

[Ben Taylor]

"it was a silence in the constant ring
of cellphone dings and parking lots.
It was the other side that every coin must have,
warm against your palm
and heavy in your hand."

"It doesn’t warm my hands,
and that’s okay."

This was beautiful, and heartbreaking. It hits heavy.

[i.am.the.sun.]

Thank you, your praise means so much.