I wrap myself in the last memory of my arms around your body and your hands stroking gently the ridges and scarred skin of my back.
I will live in the last touch
as I ran my finger on your left arm as you lay asleep but not at my side.
I will live in the last moment
when I stood beside you and only my beating heart was the sound that made sense amid the chatter and noise of the crowd.
I will live in this hope:
that one day you will wake me up from this slumber of last memories and create new ones that will last.