Love
torn from hands
a gasp
as fingers slip through mine,
the empty air
stings
the tips of digits
that just touched love.
and echo the sting of heart,
which flows into a numbing pain,
a fist of fingers
that couldn’t hold on to mine,
Now squeeze the happiness from my heart,
and I miss you.
Though these words seem so inadequate.
Empty
and cold.
Like my heart.
Come back.
Make me whole.
I miss you.

I hug a pillow
to my chest
in vain effot
to miss you less.
closing my eyes
I picture your smile,
and cringe with pain,
at the lengthening miles.
Come back.
Make me whole.
I miss you.

Another man’s hands
could never replace
the touch of your fingers
as they trail down my face.

Your calluses hard,
our fingers entwine
Your smile melts my heart
with your hand in mine
Come back.
Make me whole.
I miss you.