“I thought I felt your shape but I was wrong Really all I felt was falsely strong I held on tight and closed my eyes It was dumb I had no sense of your size
It was dumb to hold so tight But last night On the birthday in the kitchen My grip was loose my eyes were open
I felt your shape and heard you breathing I felt the rise and fall of your chest I felt your fall Your winter snows Your gusty blow Your lava flow I felt it all Your starry night Your lack of light With limp arms I can feel most of you
I hung around your neck independently And my loss was overwhelmed By this new depth I don’t think I ever felt
But I don’t know The nights are cold And I remember warmth I could have sworn I wasn’t alone”