Lovely

“Lovely”
Her word, muffled by distance, muffled by time, muffled by nature,
Still rings true as I sit, lie, die, here
Alone. Surrounded by keys without doors
Or handles to be opened by.

Her presence, though far from real,
Is now touching. Causing. Believing.
Allowing my thoughts to
Run free into the future:
A regular place?

I wonder. I imagine. I feel?
I know it can’t be, yet I somehow
Hold onto that image
In an attempt to reel it back in
And relive the memory which is
Yet to be told.