Old Memory

I remember seeing

the brown single fibers

extended to waist-height

hinting at touch

on the side of me

with me at your side

accidentally brushing your hand

and perhaps times when we

picked up a plastic earth

with both hands and the

fingers of each other's hands

remained on that globe

too short a time,

maybe too long--

the effect of which

alleviated my sense of belonging

Alas, after a misunderstanding,

about the meaning of "goosebumps"

you began to look away

and to this day--

I could relate to and like

what you do

I could be with you

and still you will not look at me

not even in your reflection.