Empty Hands

i am afraid of the empty space in my hand

i'd rather it be full

and

if i'm being honest

i know what i'd like to be there

you have a good grip

just not on the situation

your smile is what lights the dim

of four in the morning

i would never like to read minds

especially not yours

but i would like to know

what is sitting upon yours

from your own lips

and not from my own thoughts

you ask me

sometimes

to tell you about things

that i am not ready to tell you

other times i ask you

but that smile graces your lips

i put it there

not always

but more often that not

i treasure the hours

and i like when you tell me things

that you haven't spoken of

in some time

the empty space in my hand

it makes me uncomfortable

i'd rather it be full

and i know what i'd like to be there

you are honest

too honest

it's good for me to know

that people can be too honest

the existence of what i thought imaginary

the last

the last one

well

wasn't honest like i thought

it made me want to keep empty hands

but i miss them being full

i am not sure about the past

i have no idea about the future

then you smile

and i don't have to know

either way