Blue Hands

I moved to the other side of the country.

The sun sets quicker here,

Where horses run free.

It's been many years

Yet as five becomes the new ten

O clock, and Christmas lights appear.

All I can think about is your hands.

How quickly they grew cold this time of year,

That horrid blue colour.

Shivering, holding you near.

Removing my warmth, handing

My gloves to you, red ears

Peaking up, as students think they can sing

Christmas carols and volunteers

Clear the streets for Santa's parade.

I almost fell in love with you again.

Just from that memory, how

In love you think you are when

You're young. I fall in love with how you allow

Me to help heat you up, your eyes,

How cute you looked layered up then,

I hear the voice in my head of the lies.

The lies and hurt you inflicted on me.

How lonely it was when the world was just us.

No other comfort, contact, dreams, degree.

Simply just you and me.

The voice claims the word abuse,

As all my friends and family agreed.

How could my love be reduced

To such a horrid thing? I worried

If this was abuse, than I have never known love.

by; Tori Sheehan