Fingers

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.

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.