#this ache

THIS ACHE

I reach out

but cannot touch

the memory of your face

It is there

tingling at the edges

of my conscience

Are you real

or just a fever?

A phantom

with which to mock

my loneliness?

Did the mosquitoes

slip inside my net

to inject you

into my sleep?

I take step after step

ever forward

never back

embracing the new

shouting epiphany

but no new miracle

no discovery

can shake

this ache

for home