Your Hands Are Cold Poem by Mike Gift

where is your faith? why wouldn't you wait?
just a few steps, everything changed,
tell her you came, reach for her gate.
sat on the sand, gaze at the hollow,
they vanish,
the grass, the faces, the place,
vanish like fog under sunshine.
bleak wind blew, gentle as saint,
smirk and sneer, o smirk and sneer,
candy in hand left barely a bar half.
there you go, again,
weep like a dastard, weep and pray,
finger crossed but no faith came.
do not blame the fate,
only your courage always come late,
thus nothing can be ornate.
can you still breathe?
why is it that,
your hands are cold.