4/2

so much of my writing has been about the shapes of you
arched back, trail hollow leading
down to marble hips

triangle between nose and winking
left eye, curved lips rosy
smile round like the bottoms of yr glasses.

ringlets and hidden muscles
freckles i still smirk about sometimes
the growing collection of holes and marks
that contain you, whatever
you are or is or were

clothing that fit too tight

i miss a person who grew up
and i admire the person who i see now
still here
i am still here
my heart still
grown up but oh my god
i am still here

please stop
running away please
stop
running