Our Hands Speak Better

When you hold my hands in yours

What do you see?

The rough edges of a time forgotten

Do you notice the lines,

Divergent

Or see the past and future

Once tentative, now final

The regrets, the indifference

The obstacles that made

You a stranger to me?

Do you feel the skin

Once soft against your lips

Now what weight stops you

From lifting it

To your beating heart

Feel its resistance

To your touch

No more softness to meet your grasp

Resentment, grief, yet wordless

A thousand stories untold

Once how they closed and merged

Speaking an unspoken bond

Insurmountable the barriers of today

Our hands always did speak better

Than any words could