Palms

I put my ear to your chest then
Just to hear your heart beating
Through the blue sweater
So soft and so obvious
And I felt you breathing
Right before you'd start sleeping
The way you'd shock yourself
Kick out limbs before you fell
Into dreams I'd never see
Each one lost by the morning
Watching black lashes rise and fall

Mourning what I still had
Isn’t it usually like this?
Feel it slipping out your hand
And so you start to tighten

An image that haunts me
Whenever I remember
Our palms in the stairwell 
On opposite sides of the glass
Your outline was fuzzy
But I knew that you loved me
And I felt some kind of peace in that
Though we could not touch
I knew that you loved me
I feel some kind of peace in that

When I came up the steps
I found you on the other side
Sitting there waiting
With tears in your eyes