David's Hands

What happened to those loving hands?

The ones that used

to know me best

The ones that used to hurt the most

I’m sitting here with David’s ghost

Every night we talked across the dinner table

And a silent day beginning of December

My David’s hands were cold and still

No loving pulse for me to feel

Two loving

hands are haunting me today

My life’s plan in disarray

It’s about time leave me alone

A ghost like you can’t keep me worm

What happened to those loving hands?

I don’t know and that suits me best