Close the door. Stay awhile. Haven't we met before? Move closer. The world is still unfolding. Don't you remember? I said I loved you, too. We can talk about it later if you have time. Sit and let your mouth rest quietly. You hesitate. Slowly, the body that once belonged to me moves glently beside the living body you have mistaken for mine. Your features bloom before my eyes. I stay silent. I don't know where to begin. Stillness absorbs the scene. Nostalgia hovers over me like a dozen bricks upon release. I follow the trajectory of your wandering stare to the time when we first met.How could I forget? The dreamy sense of reality weighs heavily on myself. Don't say it. Your head turns in direction to the door. The rusted handle makes no difference. You leave me cold without the warm filaments of your touch. I don't need to stand to know this distance rapidly will disarm me. A loneliness is dispelled by the fragance of your absence, my love. If you only knew the size you occupy.
