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

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