if we never planted seeds
i would never grow to grieve
them.
supplanted, uprooted-
we
dug in, dirty,
soiled, besotted.
had i never tasted
i would not yet crave
if we never touched
i would not yet desire
but i assented to those eyes
because
somehow
i saw me when
i looked at you.
and
somehow
you're still gone.
i am hollow, still,
today,
I
will tear off my sheets
to wash the stains
and
the memory of your body
from my bed.
