Swinters

Big, cold hands,

Used to hold mine within

I loved him

He was my familiarity, my stone

His warm breath would hit me

Like a hot summer wind

And his hair used to fall in waves

But now,

He has no breath

All his hair is gone

His whole body is cold and pale

Small warm hands,

I hold within mine

I love her

Her eyes are attentive

Like a curious child's

Her smile is enchanting

Like the sun in a winter sky

And now

She is here next to me

With me ...