You touched me like condensated glass
Left behind moments as intricate as the spirals on your fingers
Days dripped around your imprint
Words crawled through the canyon in your palm
For a time, we lay cradled in your lifeline

Still, I pretend we reside there
But the glass fell cold
And your arms grew weary
When you left you smudged the place where your thumbnail met my Achilles
I try to remember

Even now, with your limb removed, I find refuge in what remains
A glimmer of your knuckle
A fragment of your heel
Finger by finger, you disappear
Until your handprint on my life, fades away.



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