words by dominic riccitello

i could feel
your touch
down my spine
dancing through my core
to my feet
we talked of our past
things we’ve done
things we’d like
and there i stood
with you in grasp
yet wondering
when we’d meet
but everything was nonsensical
nothing was as it was
like it was before
when life was shades
hues and colors i never knew
and then it went black
nothing
just a lost void
of what i thought was wanderlust