A tuft, a puff, a slightness

a caress, a brush, a fineness,

a gentle sway in the wind,

a long forgotten softly hummed hymn.

A feather light touch

on sensitive skin.

The beginnings of a smile

as you’re staring at him.

A flicker of light

in the darkest of rooms

The stars in the night

or a sliver of moon.

Words whispered sweetly

from the one that you love.

A night of safekeeping

on the wings of a dove.

A lightness, a tenderness,

a subtlety, a hint,

the barest of traces,

the memory of him.