Doorway of memories past.

Stiff and cold
Her breath grazes my cheek as she
Runs by
Half a second, my pulse races
And then she’s gone.

Reach for her hand
Confusion settles as she
Jumps; stung by some unseen evil
What, me?

One, two three four
Counting the feathers in her hair
Sticking out in erratic shapes
Preparing for lift off

You were here just a moment ago
Ran into that shell
I’ll come with an axe, rip you out of
That place.

I lie cold and alone
Shrouded only by the blanket of a
Hollow ache.
Your heat is palpable
A mere touch away.

But I’m a stranger.

And so I’ll plant this here seed
Place it by the window
To grow as you come back
Piece by piece.