Empty Hands

Too soon was the time you left me 

Too late was the time I knew

A whisper in the wind, I couldn’t embrace you fully 

Empty hands have I now 

I thought I had you to myself and I thought it’d be okay

Hold on tightly to something and see as all along you had empty, empty hands

I can’t go back and change things

I can’t go back in time

I sit in mourning at the memory of a better time

Empty hands have I now

And the seat next to me is vacant, where you’d once sit

I don’t have the warmth of your body against mine 

I have empty, empty hands

Too late to resuscitate, too late for me to heal

Broken pieces scattered on the floor as I stand in solidarity weeping at the memories I’ll never make