Your hands are like ocean waves
Often rough and unthinking
Occasionally gentle and purposeful
But always better than not existing at all

I wanted to swim in them forever
But no one can control the tides
Just as I know you’ll be back when you go
I know that you can never stay

Too afraid to leave the safety of the shore
When it gets too deep no one can stand
So your hands will stay waves
And my heart will stay watching

Until I learn to swim or
You decide to stop.