Kathleen 

As my eyes

start to close

over 

I think of

you

The warmth

of your hands

closing around

my mouth

It was as though 

silence

came to your aid

in an attempt 

to close around me

I miss you 

The way my

head couldn’t 

figure out

if you were memory

or if you were

a dream

My imagination 

plucked this new sense

of being from my lips

perhaps

in a way

it was the guilt 

of not remembering your face

that made it all the more

harder. 

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