He walked out of her wallet picture
and sat nestled into the crease of shock and reminiscence.
Her mouth clamped shut so her words had nowhere to go.
He rested his hands on hers, and spoke hello for both of them.
She had forgotten the warmth of his name and tears welded up,
spilling out all her memories, and her tongue stopped on the last time they spoke.
The urge to grab him tickled her palms, and she wanted to hold him close;
pin him to her heart so before he left, his ghost found residence
in her heartbeat, open hands, and smile.
Poetic Trials 