Last 3 letters of the spring

Eyes closed.

I summon her images

her face 

her dimples 

her body

her stretch marks

her touch 

her touching my innocence

with nowhere to go

with no one to love 

I live with imaginary paintings

 among imaginary feelings

I live in imaginary spaces

among imaginary faces

Did you call to find out if I was in my right mind 

or not

Did you knock?

on a 

door

locked 

Did you throw away the letters?

from left to right, which read –

I am not ready

from right to left I read –

ready not

Am I?