I Pretend

I glide my fingers
gently
over a page
and think it’s your skin
instead.
I think of yesterday.

I glide my fingers

softly again,
and again I pretend,
that for a marvelous moment,
I can see your face.

It all glazes over,
I lose my sight,
tears stream, unstopped now
down from my eyes.
Until I regain focus,
regain my strength,
at least for a some time.

I glide a finger over my hand,
absent minded for a while
and I wonder
If you feel my touch
When we’re away.
I pretend.

Relephant Read:

How to Lose the Woman You Love For Good.

Author: Marcy Valle

Editor: Renee Picard 

Image:  Björn Lindell-Flicker