A kick into nowhere.
A punch through the air.
You hold her close once more, just once more.
Chest to chest, you both shiver at night.
Woman, blinded by cloth and tied at the wrist.
A blackened hand reaches for her.
Twists and curls her hair around its fingers.
Just as you did,
One cold winters night.
Lips pressed against hers, you cherished that moment.
But now you sit on a cold pew in an empty church.
Your eyes fixed on the open casket.
And a cold presence lurks,
Over your shoulder
As you remember.
Her soft skin, lips ...
