Hands

You had big hands and long fingers

big strong manly hands

the type that you could observe from a distance

and just know could hold you

could keep you

could build you a fire

to protect you from the cold.

I fell in love with the way you held the steering wheel

with a tight and confident grip

on the days you were on time

with one hand on the days you were too busy

fixing your hair with the other.

I watched your hands

felt them around me

pictured them in contrast with my small lonely hands

pictured how they warmed me in the cold winter nights

how they held me in times of trouble

and then i

let them go

as I kept on walking

in the opposite direction

and felt you pass me in your way to work

with confident hands

never leaving the steering wheel.