Fading

Swim in memories,

slipping through cupped hands.

The softness of flesh, the warmth of breath,

Confined to mystical lands.

Do intertwined fingers exist?

Will my ears find a heartbeat outside these walls?

Art of a lonely mind,

Sculpted while reality stalls.

Heavy breaths…

Fall on fuzzy ears,

Blueprints of connection,

Washed away with tears.

Imprints of another body,

A ghost fading away.

Entangled limbs,

Just a tease of an imagined day.

Words are all that’s left,

The fingers that write them, are they real?

Fingers that were lost in my hair…

Memory, fiction, or will I once more feel?