KEITH

Fingering
the slight curl of your hair,
Tarrying
a moment there.

Drawn to the crinkles
of smiling eyes,
Now only a memory,
Satisfies.

Two tiny scars
by the side of your nose,
Part of the memory of you
I compose.

The line of your jaw,
stalwart, yet smooth,
And cleft of your chin,
Combine to soothe.

The width of your shoulders,
Which capably bear
Heartbreaks in life
Which we cannot repair.

Laying my head
Once again on your chest,
Where I always gain comfort,
Reassurance, and rest.

If ever my sight
Is taken from me
You are the pathway
I’d walk comfortably.


Marie Elena