I needed to remember,
to find a certain small thing
from the coasts of my emptiness,
so I sank my hands
into the soft sands, digging

buried just underneath
the first thin layer
your face,
your cheeks, so soft
brushed against my fingers,

and I pushed your face
aside, with a slight pain,
to dig deeper, deeper
getting blue and dark

to find a night the image
there of you and us,
and our bodies
together, you stroking
me with small movements
please, oh please
and closing my
eyes I passed through
the room,

to where, where
until the first moment
in the train as my eyes
saw you there
at the station and soon
my hands  found
the small of your back
Staying there.
Staying.