you remind me of
the way the wind
touches a face
so dark that light
has no choice but
to pinhole through
like cracks in the
floorboards of an old
farmhouse and yet
all that night has
nowhere to go
so it stays in your
eyes, your high cheek
bones, the lips i’ve kissed
a thousand times but never
put the words together
to say i knew you
when you were someone
else
long before we touched
and let go
2024 Winning Submission for Penned: Poetry