My hair doesn’t feel real
when I touch it.
I started to wonder
about the rest of me.
And I realize I’ll never know
what I felt like, what your hands
thought
when they touched me.
I bet you could feel
how fragile I was at first,
and how much more durable
I became
afterwards.
I wonder if you miss
rolling me between your fingers.
I wonder if you stopped
because they were starting to go numb.

My body has never been held
by hands
so carefully.
I still can’t believe
that you dropped me.