They felt cold in my hands.
Long. Thin. Lived.
Familiar, yet distant.
As I held your hand, I realized
how much I've missed out on.
I felt empty like the spaces I found between your fingers.
In those few moments with you alone,
I cried for the memories I would never be a part of.
For the time I now have to spend with you.
And you cried.
For what, I'll truly never know.