You left.
I stood in the shower,
Scrubbing my body clean,
Trying to erase the scent of you.

If I could,
I would peel away this skin,
Push aside these bones,
And pick out the pieces of your soul
You tried to entwine with mine—
Wrap them in a package
And mail it to you
Some day you least expect.

You appear some nights in my dreams,
But the nightmares come
When the daylight shines brightest.