I lay there wide awake
my eyes drift to my hands
as my thought travel back
his hand drifts
covering the space between
resting ever so lightly
with just a kiss on her arm
the need to feel
the connection over took him
or maybe it's just me
side by side they walk
his hand reaches out
brushing hers like a question
she answers with her hand in his
the need to feel
the comfort over took him
or maybe it's just me
the connection of the young couple
the comfort of the old couple
is written in their touch
I lay awake
staring at my own hands
empty
and I wonder if I saw
what I wanted to see
or what was real
did I impose my own
longing
on them
or was it truely there
I lay still and silent
gazing at my hands
knowing what I want
fearing what I will never have
the connection
the comfort
of someone else's hand
in mine.
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