wisp

i tremble inside, waiting for you -
never letting go of the idea
that we could have been more,
if i had worked up the nerve

to speak my peace
earlier.

having just a glimmer of hope
and only a smattering of time
in which to imagine a life
for us both, together.

i breathe you in,
arching my back,
to feel you enter
my nothingness.

my hair prickles
as you extend
your hands for
me to grasp.

between us, there is
an air of haughtiness
which belies the intimacy
of such moments...

nothing left for me to do
but sit here wondering

and yet i mull it over
and over and over
until it is nothing more
than a wisp of a

memory.