A Fingertip Away

When you go away.
The earth disturbed,
will return to a flat
patch of grass.
In that corner,
rarely visited.
And the seasons,
such as this one.
Will follow one
after another.
Making not a dent
in the days you
spend quietly there.
Instead a remembrance
will persist in places
where you were indeed –
A living and breathing,
presence.
Just a fingertip away.