Even years later, you can still feel a hand in yours, the weight of a hug, the absence where touch used to be. Touch is the most human language, and what remains is the ache for it, the ghost of warmth on skin.
Read MoreI fell asleep on the left, but woke without center. Five-hundred count thread softens me, only some unwrap before sunrise.
The Sun is shining but it’s cold.
“Alexa? What’s the temperature?”
Read MoreEye Hear You
“opening”, swipe to answer, I can hear your beautiful smile.
Eye See You
Sun light resting on your face, reflection set loose. I can see into the future.
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Lighted Path,
I Can Hear the Trees,
Aloe Vera Pulp,
Foot Strikes,
Fresh Air.
Head tilt, shoulders, arms, torso, hips, legs/ stride, ankle/ feet.
Perfect running form.
I Am
