"You" by Emma Briseno

On the fuzz of a peach

that claws at my throat,

I look for you.

In search for the words you spoke 

so kindly to me.

In the tenderness of cotton

sheets we once shared,

I look for you.

I fold myself within them, uncomforted.

Knowing it is the closest we will be.

In a pressed plate of reflective glass,

I look for you.

In search of your eyes once bright

that hung like moons

above a freckled constellation.

And just as our eyes meet

the brightness in yours 

is eclipsed

by the loss of you, 

in mine.