I never took a break from you
Maybe from your hands
Maybe from our phone calls
but did we ever say anything
besides, I love you, and good-bye
Then, of course, there is me
So sure that I don’t need anybody
A heart that remembers every Good Morning
that remembers every single orgasm
The body you once fell asleep on
Maybe you do not miss me, I do
Maybe you do not miss me, I do
I miss me being naked in your kitchen
I miss me having a key to your apartment
I have this stack of type-written poems about you
it is gathering dust, it is incomplete
it lives next to my bills and keepsakes
and no matter which side of the bed I crawl out of
my feet keep pushing one in front of the other
and it feels like I'm running towards you