Your big hands are still the same shade
the same texture
as when their touch meant Always
you are still that man,
I can’t explain
there is no reason that can be bled
from lip and lounge
Blue light mornings, green apples
they live on, but not here
I don’t have your love, the feeling you owned in me
it has not been destroyed, transfered, cremated or hidden
My boy, honey, babe, sweetness
it left in the middle of the night
while we were sleeping
it left it’s things behind
and we didn’t notice it was gone for a while
I remember that my favorite part of you
was the baby soft skin under your eyes
I just don’t remember why