I don’t have to touch
to know how you feel––
through my words,
through stolen glances and shared meals
still, I touch you somehow.
for touch is only a tool,
no hands, no lips, no skin on skin
words run deeper than any touch could give
still, I touch you somehow.
I don’t have to touch
to know the deepest parts of you,
to memorize your sighs, your cries, your laughs.
And though I remain
without ...