My fingers have traced the
outline of his face to remember
every inch for the time we are
apart my fingers will
remember the feeling of his skin,
remember the shape of his face,
remember the shape and size of his lips.
My fingers remember in the dark
after I can no longer see
the image of his face in my mind
my fingers remember.
to those who wonder what life is about
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-fingers/
