reaching out, I trace the outline
the space where you pressed against me
trembling hands beg permission
the pulse of your blood beneath mine

my thumbs carelessly caress your thoughts
lingering now against the page, so close
as you kissed the edge of my consciousness
awakening what had been lost, neglected

alone now, seeking out your ghost, memories
trapped between possibility and probability, inert
I breathe deeply, holding in the moment
the trace left behind when you departed