Empty Hands

I see you in passing and I’m struck by your hands
As if for the first time I’d think of the songs that have passed through them

From around the corner you appear
And you looked up at me like you knew you’d find me here

How come I couldn’t reach you?
I’ll never understand
Why I put what meant the world to me
In your empty hands

“How’ve you been?” he asked with a big toothy grin
As if he ever cared what kind of shape I was in
But I smiled politely in his company
In a moment he’ll be off again and leave me wondering

How come I couldn’t reach you?
I’ll never understand
Why I put what meant the world to me
In your empty hands
So I’ll let you go to the rough seas
Because I would never take away from you
What you took from me

There he goes. Goodbye