Magic

In the darkness you stood.
Untouchable.
Some magic I would never master.
My hands,
too shaky.
My words,
fumbled.
Spoken-in-too-rushed-sentences.

I, a mere mage,
in a world of masters;
blending into the woodwork
of some distant place you'll never again enter.

What I once was,
has become
nothing.

Some separate darkness
engulfs me.
I am lost.
In the memory of the
of your smile;
the lingering softness of your touch.