I feel your arm flex hard around my waist
Your breath moves heavy, hot against my neck.
The lacquered floor reflects our love in pace;
Alone, I twirl and land against the deck.
I look back up at you with outstretched hand
You reach for me and yet pass through my skin.
Perplexed, I right myself in hopes to stand
As light moves through your very core within.
How could I have missed your final moments?
I did not hear the door, the windows close.
What could have stopped this heart from being rent,
Left beating now against a floor of stone?
I still hear your feet across the lacquered floor.
My heart still feels a love my eyes ignore.
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