hold your hand

sometimes I reach my hand out and I imagine holding your hand,

helping you up, when your took weak to stand,

holding your hand as you walk through the rain,

missing you through the pain,

I miss your calls and our talks at night,

and how I kept you sane from the fright,

I hold my hand out and imagine your hand in mine,

knowing that your gone I won't find,

your hand embracing mine ,

and I wont hear you say your fine,

I miss holding your hand through the pain,

knowing my tears will flow just like rain.