FEEL THEM.

A MAN REFLECTS ON A YOUTHFUL LOVE.

Feel them. Feel her fingers.

You do love me don't you?

 

she'd say. Yes, sure I do,

you'd reply. But the words

 

were not touching home;

not so much a lie as a sad

 

misunderstanding of their

meaning. She’d lift your arm

 

behind your back in some

kind of female arm lock.

 

You’d laugh and repeat,

yes, of course I love you,

 

of course I do. Her spirit may

rest now years after the sudden

 

death. At night if you are silent,

you can hear her breath.