Two Hands Make The Time

She makes me vulnerable
an unfamiliar feeling
which, I stumble through.

I reach for her, but nothings there
a disillusioned body
a void - - - of cold despair.

All I wanted, was direction
but I recognize her signs
and none - lead to me
so I'm left walking by myself
which she doesn't see.

What more can I do
but watch ------- and wait for you
as emotions. . . . . tick away
a nanosecond , or has an hour past
I'm left to dwell.

A sweeping hand---------------
which can change a life
but only if she understands
that two hands, make the time.