Lonelinessless

Nerves bottled into muscles you didn't know you'd lose
so soon, and so much hiding.

How I remember you then

has nothing to do with this, I know, but it helps
me to get here, to get to you, to get to the end.

How silence conjured us into each other
never fails to amaze me, even with all that music.

I miss your contours and finger weaving
on hot days. Sweat mingling on our palms.