Today I touched you for the last time.
There are still traces of your skin on my face,
I build the remains of you under my head.
You wanted to die in some different time,
With your eyes open,
Covered with jasmine petals,
In the dim fairy tale without stars,
Without my touch and silence painted in the colors of the sky.
I forgot the melody of your breathing,
The length of your looks between flickers
And the outline of your body left in the snow.
With every breath I sense the taste of you -
Raspberry flavor with the addition of cherries
And sometimes, blackberry wine.
Because I feel intoxicated by your being,
You vaporize through my every pore.
In each one of them I keep you,
Like your fingerprints on my heart
And the softness of your body under my fingers.
Today I touched you for the last time.
If only I knew it was so.