Is This Seat Taken?

I don’t see you, but you might be there. Like electrons. Like protons. Like Bavarian castles in the air.
Please, if you don’t mind, let’s not argue whether black is a colour, or whether a tomato is a fruit. The living is in the dying. And tenderness, I pray, is not only a word.
My fingertips know more than I will ever know. So let them.