Cold Hands

Cold Hands

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

Sitting gripping onto things I cannot hold
I wait for sun to warm my hands
and shun the cold.
The empty film and faded cups of all the nights
we never did a thing that meant a thing
to anyone but us
sitting where they’ve sat
since we were sipping, throwing back
tipsy hour after hour
after our own doors had shut.

A world without and just the two of us within,
it was quiet, always quiet,
even when we
spoke and laughed and fought and fucked-
-a breath within a breath,
it was a silence in the constant ring
of cellphone dings and parking lots.
It was the other side that every coin must have,
warm against your palm
and heavy in your hand.

...
Still,
sitting thinking all the thoughts I can’t control
I close my eyes to say goodbye
and let them go.
The empty sky and fading stars are still a sight
even if you’re gone to where you’ve gone,
wherever that may be-
I still can hear your laugh
over all the waves that crash,
with the hunter now the hunted
as your giggles drown their splash.

And yet, the sun has risen
many times.
It doesn’t warm my hands,
and that’s okay.
A few more breaths and I’ll be
on my way
to warm them holding yours
again.

© 2019 i.am.the.sun.


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"it was a silence in the constant ring
of cellphone dings and parking lots.
It was the other side that every coin must have,
warm against your palm
and heavy in your hand."

"It doesn’t warm my hands,
and that’s okay."

This was beautiful, and heartbreaking. It hits heavy.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i.am.the.sun.

1 Year Ago

Thank you, your praise means so much.



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"it was a silence in the constant ring
of cellphone dings and parking lots.
It was the other side that every coin must have,
warm against your palm
and heavy in your hand."

"It doesn’t warm my hands,
and that’s okay."

This was beautiful, and heartbreaking. It hits heavy.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i.am.the.sun.

1 Year Ago

Thank you, your praise means so much.

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Added on November 17, 2019
Last Updated on November 17, 2019
Tags: love, loss, heartbreak, relationship, hope

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Burnaby, Thugz mansion, Canada



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