Years and years,
I held so tightly to my body
in a game of tug of war
with you who gave
and saw me as something to take
even in this bed you never saw
between these walls you never occupied
your whispers still creep between the sheets
so how strange it is
that the first man who asked for my body
and gave the gentlest of tugs got it
with no pull back
and when I lay between his sheets
I can forget your hands and lips
once in the very same spots
and wonder if he's touched them more yet.