Saying an Overdue Goodbye

I don't recall the exact moment in time when I first
loved you
and where my body ended and yours began,
tangle of limbs,
tangle of hair.

My life revealed itself in your hands, the
thread trailing taunt from your fingers
and I couldn't help but to follow the bright colors
and the shape of your eyes in the afternoon sun.

The line has become slack,
and I can't seem to find my way without it;
everything I did was never for me,
only for you and us.
I don't know how to find my way without you singing
it in my ear,
singing lyrics from your favorite songs as if
they held clues about our existence.

Forgive me for clinging to your memory,
for thinking of you when I am alone,
for missing your touch.
You were the only one for me.