What was once familiar is now foreign
I do not recognize
When did I fall away?
When did I lose contact?
My key still works in the door
Clothes still hang in the closet
Only my hands are out of place
No longer able to feel what they once touched
Hands this cold are:
Numb –they are immune
to your skin; your hair
Ten thousand miles from a reaction
thanks to Little Suspicious for inspiration and education