Complexion

I wrote this poem when you wern't looking,
so I could imagine it would mean more.
I think of someone who loves me
scaling my house for my breath
on the windows.

Attempt to lift it with their fingertips,
then place it in a jar and keep
it on their bedside table.
Close but not touching.
Or document it in the list of people
who changed their life.
Proof of a living dream.