Disengaging earth [Een dichter]

Your featherlight touch smacked my back
    Instigate ignition

The candlelight did blind my eyes
    Checking visuals

A passing summerbreeze scourged my skin
    Increase pressure

Hours passing at speeds of the minute hand
    Starting countdown

We left the world now, I believe
You're granting it your goodbye smile

Did I not feel enough or did I think too little?
Or is this, this cluttered haze, what is supposed to be 
manifest in a man's head / or body 
at this very hour?