64-attribution

 when things happen     to me 
sometimes it feels as if     you are
still here. when i am in the kitchen
and the song changes on the
ipod, i think    it is you picking it
and it has more weight, less   wait
than if i think it's the electrical     impulses
and not your hand.
when the blanket shifts      against my calves
i picture you shifting     like always,
instead of attributing it to the fan
    which it is. i forget for 
a moment in time that this apart
ness is still happening, still     current,
an open sore that the tiniest    of occurrences
can wound me again, the smallest change
will remind me once again that
you are not        here.