Skin

By Anonymous

sometime last year

in my dark room,

 

I lay next to you,

burrow my face in your neck

 

And sometimes I wondered if you noticed me

or if you knew I was next to you

I could never tell

 

your movements,

your gaze

I could never tell

 

I felt your steady movements,

your slow breath

 

There is thunder in our hearts,

rain in our words

 

You held me

but I don’t think

that you really felt me

 

There was an in-between,

an entity that I always felt.

It’s still here even if you aren’t

 

My skin sheds everyday

and I notice

 

you will never hold my hand,

you will never feel this skin