There's so much
sadness in
my hands
the way they
hang so lazily

the way they do not
have fine
control or careful
touch

There's sadness in my hands
the hands that held
you
that rubbed your drying
skin and warmed your
biting bones

There's sadness in my hands
where I hope the memory
remains
of you in robes of blue
and the last words that
I said to you.