Your hands are something that I will never want to give up.
I see them before you hold my face to kiss me.
I see them tracing along my hourglass figure all the time. I see them writing. I see them typing away on your phone.
I see your hands before me when you wipe my tears away after a long night.
I see them hold me and push me against your body when I can't stop crying on those nights.
Your hands are one of the many things I can never stop missing.
YOU ARE READING
Warmth
PoesíaThese are a few memories and letters and stories from my mind and imagination. ----- Photo credits to myself, but art credits to the artist.
