Last Time
The essence of us trails
and I can still see us sitting there
With every word spoken between the two of us
I felt first your lips right next to my ear
And second my voice lowering into a whisper to get just as near to you
Leaning in, shifting of crossed legs
thighs brushing
thighs touching
thighs pressed
as two seats become one
And what I remember most
is that look
as you gently pressed your lips to my ear that last time
and said I’m going to the restroom
-- Linda Vigil
December 2011