I Missed Your Hands – Written April 1999 (Aged 24)

I Missed Your Hands

i missed your hands
i needed to…
needed to speak you
you looked through my windows
you wanted to write my story
my stories, just reflected in your ink

i missed your jokes
and you made me…
made me stop and think
sitting there, playing with the spokes

i miss your beat
your friendship is a holiday
with good scenery and acceptable heat

i missed your tears
i missed drying them with my words
i pulled glass from my shoes
i pulled out some of the clues
i missed your ideas
but i know how to find you
so it will not be too long

James Garratt – April 1999

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