Hands Poem by R.Scott Roakes

I reach out for your hand and can't find it..
I long to feel your skin brush mine, to feel you pull it to you..to feel the electricity I always feel when I am near you..
It's not there.
I want to feel the safety, the feeling of being one with you in a world of many.
It's not there.
I want to hold it and see you smile and be sure of you.
It's not there.
i want to know in that moment the world is in my hand...but it's not there.