I don't know where my hands belong,
As I had thought they belonged with yours.
Intertwined fingers.
A comfortable silence.
I thought they had fit perfectly for us two.

Till you pulled away,
Left me stranded,
Abandoned,
No map or directions of where I go next.
No goodbye.
No reason.
Just the harsh sting of rejection.

I had thought my hands
Belonged in yours.
For you had learned to grab mine.
I had thought you thought
The same way,
Like we kissed that first night.

I don't know now where my hands belong.
For I had thought they
Belonged with you.
But you pulled away.
And now I know my hands are
Meant to hold on.
But yet they won't hold on to you.

Even though I thought my hands belonged in yours,
I'll tell you the simple truth.
I wish that my hands did belong in yours.
But it doesn't seem to be true.