Leaving Nothing More

I take your face
into my hands,
a sheet of glass as
big as the world beyond us,
and draw it softly to me,
as though I'm going
to breathe life and every stone
of history into your lips.

It is that
terrifying and photogenic.

You do not change
your expression. Your eyes
never shifting away from the way
you watch water.
But I vanish,
leaving nothing more
than this fading
trace of memory.


by jerry gordon