Hands

I tend to look down at these hands
Simple rough just like every other mans
Mine tell a different story
My hands made men worry
My hands ended heartbeats in a hurry
My hands made some memories blurry
My hands felt final heartbeats
My hands have felt first heartbeats
My hands felt other hands
My hands ran through hair strands
My hands have felt love and defeat
But the best way to feel my hands is to travel the steps left by my feet