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