My Lonely Hand

Sometimes I stare at my lonely hand,
And I remember when it was latched on to yours,
I remember the warmth of your fingertips,
That so softly soaked in my pores,
I remember squeezing you once then twice,
While looking deep in your beautiful eyes,
I remember letting you in my soul,
Letting you see past my disguise,
I remember tightly grasping your wrist,
And intertwining our isolated fingers,
I remember letting go to open the door,
And feeling your presence linger,
I remember kissing the back of your fist,
And mouthing the words I love you,
I remember the look on your gorgeous face,
When you told me you loved me too,
I remember wishing I’d never let go,
And that you’d stay forever,
I remember saying that I knew,
That we’d always be together,
I remember when on my lonesome shoulder,
You lay your head to rest,
I remember the sensation when I felt,
You breathing softly on my neck,
I remember the scent of your lovely locks,
As it tickled the tip of my nose,
I remember feeling a current run through my body,
So sharp it made me curl my toes,
I remember the whisper of your voice,
And the way you said my name,
And I promise you that I pray every night,
That it will one day again be the same.