Breathe…
He whispers
in my thoughts, my heart
as it squeezes like a
knotted
arthritic fist in my ribcage
it’s as if
I hadn’t forgotten these
Days
Weeks
Months gone by

Breathe…
I still can feel
the warmth in his
gentlest, tired smiles
those happy little quirks
when night was filled with
this-could-be-love

Breathe…
Little things, always
little things
bringing back memories
and knowing what will never be
of all things, it was sake, sushi,
a random conversation led to
his adoration for the best sushi bar in town,
and how someday he would take me there.

Breathe…
Lost in his intricate words and
delicate literatures
wrought by hands and thoughts
to trickle confusion
with spiderweb embraces
like walking an abandoned forest path
I lost the way
and still wander