I feel you in the quiet places of my soul;
Slipping around the edges and hiding in the dark corners of my mind.
If I close my eyes and breathe
ever
so
slowly,
concentrating on the rise and fall of my chest
with
each
inhalation,
I can almost feel your fleeting touch move my hair
or slide down my cheek.
Is there still love there?
Do you long to caress me as you once did?
Or, instead, are you drawing energy in tiny sips
until the day you can finish
what you started before
I
finished
you?

Even now I wonder if I would resist.

There were good times, at least I think there were.
I don’t know if memory serves me true or only
some sad, romantic version
I longed for like
the oxygen your hands refused me.
There you go again,
brushing past my hair,
igniting a flame in my belly that I have yet
to
fully
extinguish.

Perhaps tonight you will come to me in my dreams.
In the darkness you will hold me,
loving me in ways you found too difficult in life.
I think I will let you.
If you embrace my heart,
I will follow you into the dark
and we can be together
as we always
should
have
been.