She touched me

Lightly on the arm

And her touch fell short 

Its embers floated through the air

And stung my ear

And she wore them

On her cheeks

 

The echo of her hand

Stained my sweater

The shape hanging in my head

 

Perhaps if her touch 

Had lingered a moment longer

She would have remembered 

How she had touched me before

Oh how she had touched me

The embers of those touches

Never did fade