Grey September

I dreamed
that my hands caressed
your smile, as they once did,
that my body trembled in your presence
and recovered joys—
not distant; merely lost.

I dreamed, I dreamed
of that time when
fear did not ravage the nights;
I dreamed of you,
beside me and
of a body that
breathed life to the rhythm of your embrace.

Grey September morning,
where the dream abandons me,
where merely by moving
my hollow fingers,
I inscribe a harsh, dark, unfinished verse,
born from the void where your kisses were,
and my own heartless flesh.