/ by Nikki Dee

impossible closeness
always barely a breath away

from crowds with honey on their breath,
and flowers in their hair.

the river in their voices,
and moonlight in their eyes.

I am pulled quickly towards their spirits
like a magnet is rooted somewhere deep within my chest

but when I reach out to touch them
with a frozen tongue, fingers trembling

my fingers slip through,
like Iā€™m made of
nothing at all.