My mind is uneasy,
my hand, it twitches.
Eager to hold and caress
your lovely face.

To hold someone,
in the palm of your hand,
And feel their warmth,
as if it were communication.

To return that warmth,
if only a little.
Just to tell them I'm here,
and I'm listening.

I wish I had something to give you,
something filled with wisdom.
With kindness and love,
but I don't think you would accept it...

I am but youthful naivety,
and you, just as young, "know better,"
I thought friendship was a sharing relationship,
I guess I'm not as well versed as I thought.

However, I have lived, and loved, and lost,
and I have made my many mistakes.
When you need it,
my hand will always be ready to share its warmth.