I had never envied
the water from the shower-head
that gets to cascade down
and touch every piece
of your frame

I didn't long to be
the sheets that get to
feel your breath slow
as you drift to sleep

I never saw the use
for a photographic memory
until I watched you
from the kitchen table

the sun shining through
my oversized t-shirt
your silhouette
perfectly outlined
as you sipped your tea

I swore that I wanted
to be that teacup
nestled softly in your hands
and against your lips