Retouching

2nd draft of a poem I've been working on.

Nights are too often spent retouching our past

Reliving when you would hold me until the pain ebbed

Or at least until the pang in my gut was replaced 

By your breath on my neck

Slow dancing in the dark 

Subtly tilting to our hips

Only our underwear distanced  us 

From my beloved Disney song

Sometimes I confuse 

Which part of me was removed

I had two pieces of me carved out

When you took back the promised decades

Once fastened in our hearts

Go on and kiss me like you never left

So I can forget the future

Elide a mermaid's silhouette