Yesterday

I want to feel you again.

to touch your skin,

to find the warmth

that still lingers in my memory.

I want to see you sleeping,

to trace the soft curve of your shoulder,

the way you twitch

when dreams move through you.

I want to press my forehead to yours,

to feel you breathing

as if we share the same air.

I miss the simple language

of skin and warmth,

the quiet confession

of being close,

flesh to flesh.