like a mystery
a breeze
that blows soft
upon my face
you touch me
with the wind’s gentleness.

I can never be sure
I only know when you are there
and when you’re gone
but I cannot see you moving.

When my eyes open
and I cannot find you
my memory is uncertain
were you there?
when?
did we touch
or did you just touch me?

When you are here
we speak no words
when I can feel you
we are closer than skin.