I feel her
Through my finger tips
As I touch the key board
She touched here,
Feel her as if
She is still here,
Haunting this cubbyhole
I have inherited
With my all but
Glorious return.
I touch the keys
And touch her,
Each stroke
Stirring up
Strong emotions
I have done my best
To suppress.
I touch her
Each time
I press down
On a key,
Feeling the vague
Vibrations,
Feeling a sense
Of warmth
I know is really
Not there.
I feel her fingers
Touching mine
Remotely,
A spiritual connection,
Neither of us
Intend,
And know
She is already too
Distant to feel it, too,
Perhaps I simply wish
For it to be her
Her presence
Indelitable
Toughing me
With each thing
I touch in this space
That once was hers,
Knowing she was
Once here
And this is
Her space,
I am the intruder.
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