Your hands so soft,
your hands in mine,
I didn’t even begin to realize.
You held them close,
you held on dear,
in all the ways which I now know, but could not hear.
You lying there while I lay here,
our hands cupping nothing but blanket and thin air.
My head down, eyes now closed and you’re where?
Behind my eyelids,
a place your warm hands still warm up mine,
a place where I still smell your hair.