a series of pairs

a series of pairs

the books on the shelf the people they belong to

your touch an apology

my body in your sheets

t the faint perfume of everyone there before me

the dirt under the dirt under your fingernails the knots in my hair

the poetry you were too afraid to write the empty journals

th the seconds     between us counting the thunder

 th rain on the window

your chest  your chest     it falls