I can see the silhouette of

Your shoulder blade stained against the back of your shirt.

And the way to

Your house is still

Muscle memory even though its been a year.

When I hugged you hello

My body didn’t want to ever let go

And just like old times

Your hairs clung to my clothes from the static between us.

You could be the skin on my bones

But still not be as close as

I want you.

Without conscious thought or deliberation

Our fingers worked their way around each other,

The red string coiling around our wrists and settling in the ridges of our palms.

Except this time, I did not feel the hurt that I used to

When our hands brushed.

This time there was no gnaw because our lips won’t touch.

This time I was happy that

I could love you,

I could love you without hurting myself.

And though i have love for you i can have love again and you can too.