an impression. the gentle and subtle hint of where your everlasting thumb print kissed the inner linings of what i have missed. and i missed you. grieved the tears of a faux funeral complete with Hail Mary's/Amazing Grace/baby's breath and coffin lined inner lace. i mourned you. mourned not the death of you going to the infinite land of non-living because your presence here shows that your breath was worth giving and i see you before me not a mirage hidden surprise you are, yet your body tells lies. here. but not here. i grieve. Grieve because I am losing you have lost you will lose you. the inevitable of Glady's Knights "Neither one of Us" plays on repeat i nod my head in comparison as I weep trying to show my faith in what was but cannot be you have left that lasting impression on me. your thumb print. I still feel the heat upon my skin as you touched the coldness of me we were naked skin glossed by sweat in the moonlight and fruitless enemies impregnated by raw