it will be strange,
to only feel your presence.
a shadow with no body.
it will be foreign,
to only sleep with your ghost.
to turn and feel a pretend warmth.
it will be unknown,
to walk the lights alone.
to have no comforting glove, around my own.
it will be unfathomable,
to see your eyes a few times.
to not have the storms descend.
summer slips,
along with your touch.

the taste of salt is poison.