I would like
to come back
find the shadow of before.
Like a precise paradigm
I’d like
to recite you infinite times
then
sit beside you
and make up
infinite exceptions to the rule.

From afar, you don’t look at me
you don’t speak to me
can you see I’m present?
I am no longer your past.
In my mind
I cling to the warmth of your ribs
two innocent bodies laid next to each other
as silent as corpses
but I swear,
as loquacious as an enamoured teacher.

I miss you.