You

Christine Ray – “All I can think of”

Brave & Reckless

your eyes
are sometimes
all I can think of
when I lie here alone
at night
in the bed
we used to share

I remember your gaze
vulnerable
trusting intense
your irises
not quite green
not quite brown
ringed in gray
reminding me of
a stormy seas

your mouth
is sometimes
all I can think of
when I wake
to the awareness
that your side of the bed
is still cold
empty

I remember how I used
to run my thumb
across your full bottom lip
savoring the moment
before leaning in
for your warm morning kiss

your hand
is sometimes
all I can think of
as I sit alone on the sofa
watching the shows
we used to share

I remember the faint scars
on your knuckles
from a dust-up on your bicycle
how our fingers
used to intertwine
as if they had been made
to nest together

your skin

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