Friday, December 4, 2009

memory

i sit here


alone


on the edge of the bed (i shared with you)


eyes closed


my own fingers


sliding
down
my own flesh


the back of my neck


the soft places where you used to touch


reminding me


of your now unfamiliar touch











my fingers stop


and it's like you are here again


your scent fills my lungs


i swear


i can feel your breath


raising bumps on the backs of my arms


but then


just as you appeared


you are gone


and it's like the first time i said goodbye


all over again











i don't even remember what you look like

3 comments:

  1. this hurts to read. in the most wonderful way that i can mean that, i do.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Thank you. Then I guess it was successful.

    ReplyDelete
  3. i agree with a.
    this was gorgeous.
    my heart literally sank at the thought of the feeling you described..

    ReplyDelete