Mind and Body

Sometimes, mercifully, my mind

Gets distracted

With the business of the day

But in the stillness of the night, my body

Reminds me

Of how it misses you:

My eyes, your gaze

My hands, your hair

My nose, your neck

My lips, your breasts

My tongue, your taste

My toes, your soft, warm arches

My tummy, the small of your back

My heart, its twin

And my mind is overrun

By these reminders

Of the loss

Of the beauty

Of your touch

And while my mind can reconcile between

The thought of you with someone else

And the dampness of my pillow

My body’s memory of your love

Makes it hard to say

Goodbye