Your scent
Your bony shoulder
The dip in your spine as fingers trace
Every inch of you locked in my memory
But not in my mind
In my body
In my fingers, my cheek, my thighs
I reach for you
Feeling only the phantom of your flesh
Widow, scientist, mother to many, recovering codependent, and blossoming woman. A survivor. My goal in life is to pass on a greater legacy to those after me.