A Goodbye Marathon

When I shut my eyes
our foreheads touch.

Your blurred face projects off the back of my closed eyelids,
closed so I can picture you a thousand miles away,
and remember our last night together.

It was early morning before we separated.
Our flesh, reluctant to peel apart, hissed in sodden protest.

I took you to Massasecum for a leafless swim under Luna's glistening eye.
Your skin's silver radiance, a testament to the gods.

Finally, we gave in to the cold August night, returning to my home.
We shivered, happy to draw back the bed spread.
The void between the sheets warming as our bodies coupled in prolonged embrace,
but we shared more than space,
we shared laughter,
we shared fear, and sadness.