When we met again
my body remembered yours
they fit the way they used to
our fingers interlocking
as if they'd never been pried apart
it was natural
and right

But now we are separate entities once again
my body awaiting yours
searching the empty space in the bed
my hands lonely
they reach out to touch your hair
but is met by dust in the air
my limbs suspended in front of me

There is nothing for me to feel
my eyes gaze through where yours should be
my hands lowering to your hips
and your fingertips
but they find nothing there
just pain
and loneliness