I wonder if you still feel me inside,
if the winter traced along and marked
your being as it did mine
because certain threads still remain

That convinced me our limbs
could curl and spiral together,
your frame indistinguishable from my own,
never to part or know the cold in our bones
or be in another's shadow ever again.

And anything that was ever held close,
every beam of light splashing along our home,
are illuminations your gaze placed in me,
blink by blink, glow by beautiful glow.

And even though we're resigned to be separate,
I still feel your pull wherever I go,
everything about you that ever kept me safe
is a vow I still sense pulsing through time.

So smooth out the sands where we first met,
where your secrets became my own,
trace every grain and tell me if the marked
can ever move on towards the unknowable

Because I wonder if you still feel me
moving through your every corner and pore,
if I am just some entangled spectre
unable to move on from the season
and remember where I came from.