Cope
palm on forehead,
fingers in hair.
breathing through my nose,
heavily.
eye lids closed,
left to fleeting visions
of smiles long past.
the lack of gentle touch
stands out most.
like the way you rest your arm
on your love’s leg without thinking.
like the way the gesture is returned
with a slight caress.
it’s too subtle to fully explain,
but too powerful to ever forget.
now removing my hand,
opening my eyes,
i still see what’s missing
more than what’s here.
