I Like Holding Hands

That simple act of you reaching out for my hand, how I miss it. To walk along the two of us, joined by fingers gently grasping to one another. Your hands rough to touch, but so warm and strong. The way you would gently caress my hand with your thumb. Bringing my hand up to your lips and kissing the soft skin on the top of my hand, while your melting brown eyes look into me. I could see the smile begin from the edge of your eyes, and cover your whole face. All this felt from you, while holding hands as we walked along. Now I am losing my grip, reaching out for you is getting harder. You are so far away.