His Hands Poem by Laura Carie Dalton

I love his hands
The way they touch mine
The softness
The way they touch my face
As they wipe away my tears

His hands
So warm
So loving
Wishing they were on me
Wishing he would hold my hand, touch my face with those hands

I know this will never be true
It will all just be a dream

His hands
The ones that shoot guns
It’s like they want to hold me
I do want them to hold me close
So close that I could kiss him
And yet I know this will never be true
This will never happen again

I would do anything for one more
Night with you
One more night that we could be together
Your hands touching mine
Your hands caressing my arm
The way you look at me
As I touch your face

I wish this were real
But it will never be