You who hugged me once
Did you notice the gift you left?
How some of you pulled right off, and stayed with me
And as you left I felt you sticking to my skin?
I’ve carried these traces of you
Over long decades or hours
Through fires and catastrophes
Into parties and late nights alone in the dark
And during the times I couldn’t love myself
I clutched my shoulders tight and felt you there
Knowing somehow I’m alive on your skin too
And this might just be the way we live forever
~ Liesl Dineen 2015