The sun rose from the east again today
And I got lost in its unending march
Until I took the subway back to our place,
Where the shades are still drawn shut.
Dust lingers there along the strings and the window panes.
One swipe of the hand and it could all be so easily wiped away--
Unlike these memories of you--
Of your fingertips along my spine--
Of your breath-- warm against my neck while...