Life lived: 'isn't it hard sometimes, isn't it lonely how I still hang around here with nothing to hold me' -patty

I live life like you're there,

and when I close my eyes,

you are the sun

pressed against my back,

wrapping me up in your touch -

skin-on-skin

and even the way the wind 

might tease me,

I feel your tiny fingers 

slip through my hair,

for I will never leave this place

where there is no guarantee

of how I end or you begin,

but I am us here,

and we are

this thing unreal but true

this thing so sacred

this joyful lie that we are not alone.