Out of Touch
Your hands could carve the shape of her
from empty air and memory
and take her back with you
to all those remembered places
to unmake all those mistakes you made.
She could grow from within this emptiness
into solidity, and you could walk together again.
Time and memory would no longer
hold you prisoner for another hollow day.
She would never take that path,
that journey away, you would never see
that train disappearing around that curve
away from your shared lives, going out,
far from your world to a new land
you cannot reach, you can never touch.
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