you are like a lover to me:
you, me,
us. I have been sitting
across from you,
time passing,
observing your move
and fall fall
falling, the turn of your
flame-head, framed.
now, nestling your face
in my lap, passing time,
watching, watch watch.
I want to stroke
your cheek, run my finger
on bone, hold hold,
holding. I feel warmth,
yet colder than stone;
stone-grey tones flicker,
your face is fading,
faint, fainter.
ah, I will miss you,
you were
like a lover
to me.
