Clasped Hands, Timid Hearts - Small Hands

Morning comes in monochromatic hues.

Weary eyes sway from side to side and through the door.

It’s one of those things you grow accustomed to,

one of those things you’ll miss

in fifteen years.

But there’s today for now.

I quiver at the thought of you gone.

I’d dig up your bones

so I could fill the gap

you used to stay in.

The colder weather isn’t the same

without you here

and I truly wish I could’ve been there

to watch the love from your eyes

fade to the life after.