Ominous presence
Pseudo
never a
Forever
And ever I wish
You were here
Your soft hair
And magnified hands
you are
You are a memory
In sweaty clothes
And milky tea
Among all the broken parts that lay in waiting for a new life
Waiting
I am still
For your words that never come
Their touch I cannot conjure
And as if to speak I find myself gasping your breath
No longer there