Unfinished

There are moments of connection with you
that bring back the power
of years ago...
Watching the water
channel down the middle of your back
from your wet hair in the shower.
Knowing you had fallen asleep
in the dark,
in the middle of a conversation,
holding my hand.
The way you said you Loved me
from behind a videocamera
while filming my swollen ankles,
like your entire being was saying it
and not just your lips.
There are also infrequent
razor sharp reminders
of midnight terror
born of inconsideration
and this piece is as yet unfinished.