I made a map of your body with my fingers

To remember you in mine

Before you became your ghostly form

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Topography through touch

Sitting in theatres

Experiencing beauty

Contour lines tracing elevations of emotion

Tactile silent morse code

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Pieces of me on those maps,

places I can’t return to.

I trace those lines on another

Expecting to meet you there

The longing diminishing,

I will feel your presence and

My fingers will ache for our silent commune