And yet I sit on the train
Seeing specs of your freckles on an old mans cheek
I see your awkward figure on the teenage boy
Who adjusts his bones to fit the edges of the seat
So perfectly
Like you used to
I notice your hands on an ad for soda or gum
And I catch your sarcastic humor downstairs when I pick up the mail
And your tendency to take in the city when we walk on broadway
The naive look in your eye
The lift of your cheekbones
I see that everywhere
On faces I do not remember
And bodies so meaningless
Sometimes, I feel your spine again on people who I do not love
And I think of how
I would place my hands on you
you would not flinch
as if my palms were meant to fit on your back
I keep choosing to remember you everywhere I go
Because
Even though it's everywhere, all the time
That still is
not
enough