light, from between my fingers

light, from between my fingers

the

conversations

i forgot

as i awoke

in the morning,

swiftly, 

as a glance

across the room. 

dribbling into silence, 

those final syllables. 

and

with dry lips,

i lie still 

as the 

cocoon unravels—

waiting 

until the warmth 

becomes imagined, 

imaginary. 

my fingers

outstretched, 

air filling 

the gaps between. 

pantomiming 

your lightness of being, 

that easy laughter 

at things 

i cannot see. 

lord, 

what i would 

do

to get the last word.