I woke with a scream caught in my throat,
the world fading away,
my hand outstretched,
fingers brushing the last warmth of you
as this one came back into view.
Your name in my mouth.
The one reserved only for you.
The image of safety dissolving into
fragments.
Colours.
Feelings.
Petrichor in pictures.
Chrysalism.
Held behind walls,
behind doors,
behind gates and garde…
