We cope in the
strangest ways.

I immediately go
to that dark room
curtains pulled

with your soft skin
hovering over me.
Your breath
your fingertips
sailing effortlessly
yet intently
over the plains of my body.

We created heat
just being on the same planet.
The cosmic force was
undeniable and intense.

I have loved you and I have
craved you and I have
hated you.
But I always go back to that room.

You left at dawn
in tears.
Your life was waiting
in different rooms.

I wonder if in the stillness
of a sleepless night
you ever go back there
to that room
and that heat
and those minutes that flew by
like dust
in a windstorm.