I still hold our love
in both my hands,
carved out a space
for you
on my nightstand
your ghost
keeps me
company, casting
shadow puppets
on my bedsheets,
dancing barefoot
in my dreams.
in morning light,
my hands
still occupied,
balled in fists and
holding tight,
throwing punches
every night,
championing
the fight
to never let go
of you
