Last night proved I can still feel.
The knives cut deep, in the right places,
carved away parts of my soul
that had been dead for so long.
I was raw, terrified.
was one block of realizing and forgetting
him and us at the same time.
was invisible, and it felt his touch
before he even turned me toward him
with one finger on my shoulder.
And when he did,
I finally felt with my heart what my head
had recognized in the air for six days and nights;
It was with me before I slept,
in the morning over breakfast,
and during pauses in my day.
A ten month-old memory that begged so gently to be noticed.
I wouldn't ask.
Out loud, at least.
This was the closest I would ever be to him.