your hands
Your hands.
No embrace, no farewell, no goodbye kiss
You just left me without
Your cheeks look pale and your body feels so cold,
no twinkling in your eyes I found
Is that really you, like I was told.?
My eyes focus on your hands,
two sets of keys, lost and unemployed in this gruesome wooden coat .
I cannot breath,
they seem to squeeze my throat
Your restless hands made everything women liked to show
They were talented artists and jacks of all trades
untied every piece of string
I remember the good times we shared and the joyful games we chose,
we took our gloves and you punched me
without pity, but careful straight on my nose.
Above all, truly warm your hands were
like cups
filled with your friendship
They were made to shake, to give and take
I will miss their touch
Goodbye my beloved friend
forever.
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