cold hands

Your hands were cold in mine.

question and answer

to the question i was once afraid to answer, i fill the blank space.

Tentative Love

perhaps, this is love.

gentle hands

gentle touches, sweet kisses.

crowds

alone in a crowd.

snow

you were beautiful. but you could never be mine.

magic

a wave of your handswarmed my heart and poor souli came back to life

together forevermore

our hands used to intertwinelike clinging ivy to its oldest treeas we waved and laughed and hopedin the downpour of the rain. matching smiles on our facesas we jumped the fence and ran,our feet pounding the groundto the same rhythm only we could hear. but the sun set as it rose,and rose-colored days turned into