They Don't Know

Electricity.
Bubbles.
All because you touched my hand.
Dread.
Fear.
The pain from before still has not subsided.
Hope.
Trust.
You know all my secrets.

Warmth.
Caresses.
Fingertips like feathers.
Rise.
Fall.
The steady beats keeps my heart from failing.
Twist.
Contact.
Missing beats I know should be there.

Cold.
Alone.
Emptiness now you’ve walked away.
Pillows.
Tears.
The only comfort I can bring to myself.