tactility
she saw him.
walking the streets—
her heart
stopped from the periphery.
he's miles away.
she felt him.
his touch, his presence,
an overwhelming
guilt.
he's not there.
she heard him.
demanding,
careful words, attempts
to draw her in.
he gets no reply.
she saw him.
each night,
blurred dreams of things
that were.
She wakes up.
Juliette Sebock (she/her) is a Best of the Net-nominated poet and writer and the author of Mistakes Were Made, Micro, How My Cat Saved My Life and Other Poems, Three Words, Plight of the Pangolin, and Boleyn, with work forthcoming or appearing in a wide variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow, runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste, and is a regular contributor to Marías at Sampaguitas, Memoir Mixtapes, and The Poetry Question. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. Juliette can be reached on her website, juliettesebock.com, or across social media @juliettesebock.
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