The wind danced through her skin
humming his name in her ear
the daylight breaks through
aiming for her touch
Though darkness crowded
in her eyes.

She pretends it’s his fingers,
his voice, his aimless touch
that hoped to see
the lightness in her eyes
once more.

She pretends all she wants
clouding her thoughts with lies
but unable to hide the truth
of how sad it is
to have loved someone,
to love someone,
and always love someone
who has been touched by death.

*a. gale