Hands

And their hands.

Are all over my body. 

When you pass away and are born again will you remember me?

And suddenly I am sitting. 

No longer longing. 

My thoughts are clear. 

My will is tainted. 

And I hope you have forgotten my name. 

I sit here. 

On the metal object. 

And I look in front of me. 

There are two shades of blue and white objects above. 

Can you guess where I am?

Now their hands. 

Are rested around my waist. 

And my throat. 

Swells as I remember the images. 

Of what it once felt like. 

To be loved. 

And I know I try to conceptualize feelings. 

I know I try to make them look real. 

Even though our feelings do not exist if we cannot see them. 

Cry. 

Laugh. 

Scream. 

Smile. 

Now their hands. 

Have vanished. 

And I can only hear you. 

Calling my name.