these hands are mine

they hold you when you are sad

they caress your face in love

they plants flowers in the garden for you

they make your dinner when you are hungry

but now

these hands drive the car far, far away

on a journey you will not take

these hands remember you

in places you will not go

they pretend we are young

and have all futures at our fingertips

these hands are mine

now empty of yours

these hands will always remember

all that you are

all that you were

all that we used to be

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