It's there
     in the shiver of my spine

Only when I convince
         myself
         that
         in fact
you (never) could've been mine

finding myself
     lost
within and without

          always and ever about
you

I follow the fading path
          merely a dull throb

that undulates
        and
reverberates
at
     the
          atomic
               level
an echo audible only in my marrow