it's okay it's okay

"Shhh, it's okay it's okay" it echoes in my mind, the words, not the voice. The voice has been blacked out of memory.
"Just give us everything, give us the keys" his hand reaching out to grab my things. Sprawling, reaching limbs leaving ghost touch in their place. He rang so blind in my ears, only his words circle round and round like the wind and the snow on the highway at 7 am. It's the loneliest moment, when other people start to drive alongside and you're no longer alone. I know it seems strange, no longer alone and it becomes more lonely, but it's true. The separation of machine and person is made more evident when others join the race. There's solitude in the emptiness. I languish in it.

Your fingers rested against the curve of my hipbone and your stomach against my back. They dug underneath its edge as though you could find a way into my skin and remain attached. The tips of your fingers left their imprint on my skin. Your words remained part of my edges while you slept and I lay awake staring at the ceiling. Languising in the ghost touch of your chest resting between my shoulder blades and the spot where your hot breath kept hitting my skin moistened from condensation with your lips in such proximity. I drifted into your breathing and staring at the ceiling, lifted out of myself. Carried into the air and plucked, particle by particle. Pulled apart like cotton candy, delicate greediness. I dissipated into the white white white of the ceiling and sank inside the universe's mouth. Left you laying there with your breathing on the pillow instead of my back and cursing about my stealing the sheets.