from another place and another time
everything is silent. fingernails tapping over wood and bone rather than across your skin. when we were together, i could hear the transformers crackle and the solitary swinging lightbulb would impart to us in a monotone the secrets of the universe. the raindrops fall listlessly on the rooftop and roll off, just as sullen as you were when you didn't get your way. dresser drawers groan with age as they remember time past when you would take out jeans and linens. but mostly i miss the sound of your chest adjacent to mine; i miss the way your heart could keep time when i could barely breathe.