when I hold
my own hands
My imagination does ensue
they aren't burning
in the cold
and are somehow holding you

And when, away it is you slip, my hands hold tightly still onto
the belief you now know and understand- to me,
What this wickedness did do.
feel it break
a constant ache
construe
when I'm holding my own hands,  
it's to pretend that one's  from you
and to comfort the soul as this life's
suffered through.