Stranger's Hands

Sharing comfort in immediate distance, but neither of us can deny the conversion
As if I touched you with a stranger’s hands,
As if you have no memory of my touch you once craved
There is a sadness in knowing what was is ending, so maybe it’s time for new beginnings
End us misplaced in confusion before we spiral into further delusion  

Once lost in a euphoric daze, trapped in a sensual maze from our sexual escapades
Now lost, dazed, and trapped by the perception of closing walls of closure
Realizing more that its over, when you touched me with a stranger’s hands
Morphed from meaning so much to caring so little

I look at you and see eyes that have glazed over, feel a heart that’s frozen colder
Sober from intoxication, losing my high of you, I’ve killed your vibe from me too
Lips dry from the drought of never kissing you,
There is no sorrow of missing you
And you don’t seem to care anymore than I do
So even if we try to touch, the feeling is so strange
As we try to regain the few remains

Sharing your company in loneliness only justifies homeliness  
The silk of your fingertips replaced with diamond coarse concrete
Now all we have are reminisces of familiarity in stranger’s hands  
Your touch is that of content conclusion, allusion to confirm lover’s resolution