your name is etched on
the skin of my walls
despite the lack of nails
or metals scratching.

i found you when
i couldn't even find myself—
i'm sure i don't mean as much
to you as you did to me.

"the ceiling feels nearer now,"
i tell myself.
the spaces you once filled
begin to dissipate.
they choke the air
out of my lungs.

i know i will not see you
in the foreseeable future,
but i'm glad i saw your face
at least once
in this lifetime.