I was
covering and uncovering
myself with water
skin pickling up
gone
a week without shaving
I was watching my fridge door
getting mapped by postcards
yellow, food speckled void
now dusted with words
I was tracing my hand
over my hair in the rain
unpeeling myself
I was alone
and you were with me
but you didn't know it
I'm sorry that I missed you
but I'm not sorry that you are something
to miss