Her arm trailed to the floor
And her fingernail could only
Just brush the carpet

I like to imagine tracing
The hollow of her spine
But I know I’d wake her up

So I watch her dreams
Flit across her face
And I imagine myself in them

I never thought I could love
A pattern of freckles like that
Or her rhythm of heartbeat
And breathing

The moment she wakes up
Is the moment she is gone

And I lie where she did
Tracing circles in the carpet
That she didn’t even touch