Your lovely small hands

I remember your hands
and I remember the times I held onto them
telling you "You have small hands".
I'd like to hold them once more
and tell you that you have very small hands.
Could I?

I remember you twitching your shoulders involuntarily
and me telling you "Never loose that
because it makes you... you and I love that about you".
I'd like to sit in front of you with a smile
while having dinner and just watch you twinge
every now and then without knowing it.
Could I?

I remember running my fingers through
thick tresses of your hair and telling you
how I never liked your short hair and
how slightly longer hair suited you so well.
I'd like to do that once more.
Could I?

I'd like to lie on top of you
while listening to your heart
and marvel at the golden amber shine
of your eyes and tell you how amazing it felt
to look into your eyes and hear the echoes
of your heart at the same time.
Could I?

I'd like to watch you talk excitedly
about something new you've found or discovered
and wait for you to say "My goodness"
so I could laugh with an utmost joy
of simply hearing you say it and then hug you
because it just felt so great.
Could I?

I'm hearing the sirens from up above
and the voice of the man I loved so dearly
who you took away from me and robbed me
off of these simple pleasures
whose memories I'm taking to my grave
and my love, I'm holding onto your lovely small hands.
Still.

12:30 AM 11th April 2010