Holding Hands
Sometimes I know what to say but not how to say it
I go in circles, complain of your quietness, your indifference
I accuse you for not taking a picture with me
But all I want to say is
I really miss you holding my hand
It meant so much to me the first time you did it
Each time from then I felt your love in that simple act
So when you stop, it says something to me
I may be wrong but I can't think differently
Because you won't hold my hand
I notice you've not smiled much today
I notice you've not talked much either
Or cracked your usual jokes or tease me
You say you can't come and it feels like it's true
What my head's telling me just might be it
I go under my shell
I decide not to talk either
I hoard my smiles
I don't gesture to hug
If someone's not feeling it, I shouldn't force it
Let's see where this takes us
Maybe someone will soon talk
You notice my disposition
And you're concerned
'You look sad', you tell me
'What's wrong?'
I say I'm fine
And I feel worse
You should be the object of scrutiny
Not me
I open my mouth to talk
Nothing comes out
This is insane
You started it
I know what to say but not how to say it
I go in circles, I complain of your quietness, your indifference
I accuse you for not taking a picture with me
But all I want to say is
I really miss you holding my hand
©Radiant~ February 2015
Comments
The simplicity of this piece endears it to me, or should I say,me to it?
Could it be that he was only deep in thought?
Are there times you want to be by yourself? Closet times I call them. To think things through, plan but not worry...
I can't speak for either party here (lol) but I'm a lateral thinker so...