The last time I saw you
My fingers
unintentionally grazed your neck
Just below the ear
I remember that
In that moment
You were smiling
At something that wasn't me
Your focus lost in the buzz
Of a world wrapping around you
Your skin felt soft
Like the velveteen petals
In my memory of roses
And I doubt you even noticed
Or would let alone recall
And yet here I lay
With the taste of wine still in my throat
In the shallow hours before dawn
Tracing the lines with my fingers
Until they turn into words