a cloak of invisibility shields your delicate locks

your tender words become chipped gray memory 

fading from my mind is the remembrance of your graze

when you speak it’s just echoes that sound from afar; 

echoes that are too damp to reach my ears and sing 

you are gone but I feel your essence 

a limp ghost contains your heart

I can now feel your prickly hair when I caress your head so gently

how can I be so close to you yet lands apart?

I try to get through to you but your body isn’t your heart

the moment your lips swept up against mine 

was the moment I realized you couldn’t discern me with your eyes

twas the moment I realized you couldn’t hear or see my breath in the cold and heavy air,

but could feel it soak into your skin and parade you with soft kisses

you could only enunciate me with your touch,

but that was enough

that was enough for your rotting heart to understand;

that our dying corpses were all we needed,

to feel so close