I remember sloppy fingertips on hazes of you
You left notes on my doorstep in the screaming storms with flickering streetlights and leaking roofs
And every time I'd pick them up the ink was on my skin but I could never read the words
You never wrote me letters until it was raining and I'd never get them until they were soggy and disformed and molding to my bones
I'd feel them but I could never decipher a single word
It was like you didn't want me to know what they meant but you always wanted me to know they were there
Maybe that's the reason I started to get so scared
You wrapped me up in blankets when it was cold
But I'm not sure if I was ever something you wanted to hold