For K, When Saying One Of Many Goodbyes Poem by Alexa Lee

Words again fail us at times like this.
It comes as no surprise:
we know now that the answer lies
no longer in the balming and
smothering of our senses -
the elusive comfort we seek,
we cannot find in touch alone.

Even so
no embrace, no caress, no kiss,
no words to say, but in silence
- between sobs -
your grasping fingers help to ease
the weariness of this burden we bear
not by choice, but circumstance.