Wizening by Jennifer Weiss

When my gnarled toes graze a desolate bed
and I stow away your time-frayed pillowcase,
may I remember:

The trace of your fingers that unraveled me.
The rubescent communion of our lips.
The bliss when I nuzzled the cleft of your neck.
How our souls connected like puzzle pieces.

In my stooped winter of solitude
may I remember
our together.

Jennifer Weiss is a lawyer and former North Carolina state representative. Her poems have appeared in Kakalak, Qu Literary Magazine, The North Carolina Literary Review, Minerva Rising and other publications. She is passionate about reading aloud to children.