“Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

Gentle, now.
Unfold these shoulders:
feel the creases, smooth
them out, slowly. Skin
meets skin: a tender
joining of fragile things.
Careful folds, into careful folds.
See how he fits into you.
Keep him there, in the
tiny space you kept vacant,
within your locked chest.
Follow through the fold.
Do not falter, even as
he turns to go, back
into the howling light.