In Retreat, I Find You

I think of you when the room fades into the background and the present noises reduce to mumbles – you appear more clearly; the outline of your mouth wrinkling into a smile floats as feathers do on water, and lingers there, on the surface, with its small ripples moving outwards, echoing from my spine, to my knees, and heels; and in those idle seconds, I find you, I capture you, in a most detailed memory my heart can carve out of your face.