Entwined

Your digits,

One,

Two,

Three,

Four,

Five,

Attached so gracefully to mine.

My hand travelled up your spine,

And with your hair, it was entwined.

In…

And out, you breathed a sigh,

Though we both knew it was a cry.

You stood,

You said,

“Goodbye.”

It was time.

You’d be back, but where was I

When you left if not by your side?

That hair. That hair, it was so fine!

Could I be it for a time?

It knows your touch much more than I,

And as it, I could

Certainly

Embed myself into your mind.