Snakeskin

It looked rough but it felt soft
That’s what he told me, much later
And it was a relief to hear
He was still waiting, mulling, lamenting,
Regretting, that which he caused
So haphazardly
Unplanned and disengaged
Unloaded and cold
There was something in there once
I only heard about it
I heard maybe it was warm
The kind of heat from close contact
With thick blankets, threaded with history,
Kitted barriers between what I want
And what I’d have to do to get it
Do you get it?
I still go to sleep longing for you
But waking up on the right side
You’re not there
And I don’t want you to be
I’ll keep your stories and our lives
Archived fondly
Between what it looks like
And how it feels.

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