Part 1 | The Ghosts of Love

Touched


            I left untouched the days
            touched by
            jasmine, rose, lavender
            perfume,
            in your drawers,
            on the drapes,
            drowning a sound
            neither one could hear,
            slow toll of breath,
            what cost we'd pay
            inhaling each other's—
            if I'd known,
            I may have touched you
            less.