Hands

My hands are cold
My freezing fingers grasping at
Each other so desperately
My brain restlessly wishing and
Imagining one set of fingers was yours
Trying so hard to grasp
Warmth from the mere thought of you
Hopelessly wishing
You could be here next to me and
You would hold me in your arms
Against your chest, letting me
Drink in your intoxicating smell and
Cuddling in against you
Just so you could keep me warm