These hands are the very hands,
that traced those lips and,
When Us left,
leaving only a
You,
these were the cold hands that gripped
tightly onto yours,
lifelessly.
But slowly fading, and
s
l
ipping.
Now these hands are Leading you,
beckoning to move along.
For I am now In Passing,
slowly moving forward,
but always not forgetting to look back.
Dancing In Between Dreams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-hands/
