Invisible Things

Your fingertips
Walked
Across
My skin,
And,
In
An instant,
My breath reacted.
Where
Air
Had once
Filled my lungs,
There is now only
A sacred
Emptiness,
And a smile
And sigh
That escaped my lips
In a glorious rush.
This is
The lone evidence
Of what had,
But mere moments ago,
Made a home,
If even
Briefly
Within me.
You are
The most skilled of thieves,
The one
Adept at stealing
Invisible things.

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