he told me something
once, fleeting
his lips pressed to my ear
whispered, softly,
a ghost
like the feeling of his hands
resting gently on my shoulders
swaying to the sound
of a song that ended long ago
touch and music and breath
and ghosts
but i still see them
and feel them
and hear them
hands and arms and shoulders
and lips and ears and teeth
and ghosts.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
he told me something
once, fleeting
his lips pressed to my ear
whispered, softly,
a ghost
like the feeling of his hands
resting gently on my shoulders
swaying to the sound
of a song that ended long ago
touch and music and breath
and ghosts
but i still see them
and feel them
and hear them
hands and arms and shoulders
and lips and ears and teeth
and ghosts.