i think that maybe
i’ve been meaning to write this
for a while

i haven’t written much
since your warm hands
wrapped around me in the night
and i pushed them off

i didn’t know
how to love myself
i didn’t know
how to hold your love
i didn’t know
what it was

i still don’t
but i still think of you
of the home we built
and tore apart

you were
the first
piece of my puzzle
the one i lost