Nostalgic Entanglements

A poem on a decades-long flirtation

Photo by Jonny Clow on Unsplash

It feels strange to turn over and you’re not there.
The conversations we have in my mind feel too crystal clear
For them to only be me
With me.

When was the last time our fingers overlapped?
What was the last thing I said that made you laugh?
Do you remember what…