I have memories of flesh and wet silk.

I have memories of velvet, sweet on my lips,

and I have memories of comfort, in holding

and the warmth of being held.

 

I have memories of touch and squeeze

and I have learned to wrap my arms

around my feather down while I imagine

and remember faces and names lying beside.

 

And my memories are becoming dreams

and the dreams are beginning to fade.

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