When she places her hand on mine—
my breath catches before it slows,
my eyelids grow heavy, then gently close,
my mind glows with infinite light,
I
am
happy.
(He says he’s happy, Jackie.)
For all my flaws perceived.
A phantom hand, softly placed on mine—
my breath stalls between weary thoughts,
my eyes glaze, then fix to the distance,
my mind burns with restless embers.
I
miss
her.