I touched his face
by Deenaz Coachbuilder
His youthful photograph appeared on Alexa's screen
selected from an old album.
Instinctively, I touched
his face with my kissed fingertips.
he climbed through the wooden slats in the window
and wandered along this unfamiliar home
for it was not the one we shared as children.
Why had I shaken him,
gazing at me as I slept fitfully,
missing his touch from long ago.
Sensing I was but
those sibling things,
to where all spirits dwell.