Sugar Coated Terror

Last night your voice was as gruff as ever. Your sigh was of obvious annoyance, I can't say anything. I have ice in my grasp, and I wonder why there are pins and needles in my chest.

I can picture my hand in yours. Rough, double the size of mine. I can feel your beard against my forehead, That last hug goodbye.

I know I'm forever bound to you Your chocolate glare. I think I'm waiting for hope.