I miss you.
 Once we wrapped our bodies tightly together
 No discernible division, arms and legs
 Torsos aligned
 Our minds melded
 Flirty words, jokes intercepted
 Now we have conversations old people have
 Except for the occasional moment
 Arched eyebrows
 Succulent words
 Invoke a forgotten past
 And then it’s gone
 The newspaper’s open to the obituaries 

Sascha Darlington