Sitting my parked car listening to Fifties on 5 on Sirius XM I watched a couple walk by. When I noticed that they were holding hands my hands felt empty. I lifted a pen and wrote this poem.
I saw a couple holding hands as they walked down the street
imagining the warm feeling in their hands
made me miss the connection
I’ve lost touch with Jim
We used to hold hands
he would take hold of mine
or I would reach out and touch him
his leg or arms or hand –
I miss that connection.
When we were dating
I would wait
anticipating his touch
on my hand or my arm
or his putting his arms around me.
As the months and years went on
I reached out for him
no longer shy
just wanting to feel him near me.
The world feels empty without that
I can’t touch him
he’s not here
I reach for him but
he has gone
Death is so cruel.
it makes you understand
the importance of the things you took for granted.