These hands are the very hands, <br />that traced those lips and, <br />When Us left, <br />leaving only a <br />You, <br />these were the cold hands that gripped <br />tightly onto yours, <br />lifelessly. <br />But slowly fading, and <br />s <br />l <br />ipping. <br /> <br />Now these hands are Leading you, <br />beckoning to move along. <br />For I am now In Passing, <br />slowly moving forward, <br />but always not forgetting to look back.<br /><br />Dancing In Between Dreams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-hands/
