Your digits,
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Attached so gracefully to mine.
My hand travelled up your spine,
And with your hair, it was entwined.
In…
And out, you breathed a sigh,
Though we both knew it was a cry.
You stood,
You said,
“Goodbye.”
It was time.
You’d be back, but where was I
When you left if not by your side?
That hair. That hair, it was so fine!
Could I be it for a time?
It knows your touch much more than I,
And as it, I could
Certainly
Embed myself into your mind.