i create between my fingers a messy web of recollectionsMature

I create between my fingers
a messy web of recollections - 
they loop and twist, entwine
where I bend and curl my wrist.

The water color green of your eyes
reflects back at me from a minute speck
of light, caught in the instant between seconds -
held captive by quantum mechanics,
you’re in every place at once and I
can feel the traces of you like the ghosts
that whisper among themselves
when I’m asleep.

The End

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