The shape of you is like a bottomless purgatory
like a living thing but never at all
Desperately I've clawed at those spaces
trying to carve you out of them

Just your shape
Your perplexing, invisible and selfish shape

My breath fogs the glass of the restaurant window
All humidity and rain through which there is still no shape
that could be salvaged as yours
I'm covered in soil in those spaces
I'm buried in the shape of you