the last few.

somehow in the minute you are there. here.
you came in the last few, my wine, my smoke, my ashes.
i breathe in, you breathe. your smell, the wrinkles on your hand.
you are here, present, far.

in a sip, out a breath, for this minute, 00:14.
a photo in my head, a touch on my hand,
for a second you are.
from summer to winter in this minute,
from the cold of nothing to the heat of your skin, a second.

i need you to move, but the thought, photo, you
still, cold, breathless, lifeless. You are.

Time left for a minute in this second.