We sat close, huddled for warmth in my freezing abode, a lone candle lighting the room. Hands with a mind of their own move and caress and cannot help but hold you.
We shared our worlds and painted our faces and laughed like children.
No one saw us and we were happier that way.
I remember your voice as you read me your favorite poem:
"...Of human love,βrenounce for these, I say, The Singing Mountainβs memory..."
And your brow furrowed as you listened to mine, looking for some hidden message in the words that were not mine:
"...Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves..."
We smiled like we used to (before we forgot how.) We told secrets we didn't know we had. And nothing felt wrong or ill-at-ease.
We slept most of the night as one, holding each other like we couldn't let go. So close that my skin was your skin So close that we smile, and kiss, and smile, and kiss...
...And I woke up with sweat on my skin and a tremble in my spirit. Reluctantly knowing that it was too perfect for reality.
You are gone and never were. Today is ruined without you to wake up to.