Sometimes it does not hurt to look at you;
sometimes I feel light again when we touch, like you have never hurt me, like our hearts are again mirrors for the other,
like you're looking at me again on a dark night in my car,
kissing my knuckles and my forehead and promising me you'll make it all okay.

But, God, sometimes--
Sometimes the ghost of your hands on me weighs me down so much that I can't move.
Sometimes I look at you and I am being left all over again.
Sometimes I look at you and your heart is so close to being in my hands and then you rip it out of reach again and take mine with it.
Sometimes you are breaking all your promises again.
Sometimes I look at you and I become a skeleton.