cold hands
are what held you
they were mine
frostbitten blue
your hands
were small and fragile
yet they still hold mine
all our little while
our hands were hot and cold
but that didn't matter
yours held mine
and my frigid soul
never shattered
YOU ARE READING
Raindrops
Poetry"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
