Fragment #129

I wish she hadn't let her silences

stroke my soul and my eyes

I wish she hadn't looked at me

as if she kissed my whole body

I wish she hadn't written those words

which now echo in my house of cards

I wish she hadn't brushed her fingertips

over my chin, my cheeks, my lips.

But she did. And now that she's gone

I wish I had been heartspoken.