Sometimes, I find myself
thinking about our goodbye
and the loneliness that rings these bones
like plague bells now that you’ve gone.
These days, there is a void in these bones you used to fill,
but, now, it roams this body like an unanchored sigh,
searching for a harbour or a home.
I know I shouldn’t think of you this way anymore,
but, from time to time, I do.
I guess I’m just hoping you can tell me
how to reconcile myself with the fact
that I miss you to the core,
but that I’m simultaneously
beginning to forget
how your lips felt against mine.
© Keighley Perkins