Breath and Touch



my heart

(you were breathing,

s i g h i n g against my ear)

so I struck up a beat

against your silence

while wondering if you'll

smile at me today.


No quiet pleas

when the fading

warmth slips away,

(like your breath

into the cold night),

vanishing like mist.


I've decided to let you go

beyond my grasp and into the night.

The disappearing mist,

the clearing of fog.


I can still feel the lingering

warmth of your hand.


May 26, 2006