The Hands of The Man That I Once Loved

Although it was
his eyes that drew me close and
his lips that devoured every strand of
strength within me and
his voice that calmed my fears
It was his hands
I loved the most.

So strong and powerful,
always warm and soft,
the hands that held me when I was sick,
the hands that calmed my anger,
but never dried my teary eyes
after they pushed me away,
the hands that waved good bye
when it had just began.

Although it was
his hands I loved the most,
they were not the hands
of the man that I once loved,
But the hands of a boy
too weak to catch me.