19-04-2026
Your soft touch radiates through my hand
To my arm
It ends up in my brain
Softening the connections between my neurons
A yellow stain on my fingertips
Proof that you were there
We were in contact
I’m not going to wash it away
Unfortunately, my touch killed you
I broke your stem
The vein that connected you to your source of life
But you continue to live on my skin