reaching out

i'm feeling my way in the dark
my fingertips tracing your form
on the rough walls
on the cold bars
on the moist pillow
beside my head

i'm feeling my way through the dark
breathing slow

allowing
the smothering embrace
of memory
of loss
of despair

allowing
a moment
not to rise
not to fight
not to dream

i'm feeling my way
but it's dark
tonight
and my fingertips
hide from light