I look at old pictures of myself

I muse over where you were then

I lean back, imagining your hand in mine

Your breath on my neck


I feel your chest against mine

Our mouths meet

Your tongue grazes my upper lip

I feel our collective breath quicken

A dog barks in the distance

My dog


I blink and observe my surroundings  

I sit on the floor, surrounded by photographs

I remember that you are many miles away

Frustrated tears escape

SLAM

I toss a photo album across the room.

My dog whimpers

I shake my head

"Compose yourself!"

A desperate plea for peace


No such luck

I go back to thinking of only you