untitled, two

today i cried while fucking because i missed you so much
except i don't know who you are and i don't know
where home is anymore.

all i can think about when i remember you
is the way your nose slanted
down from your eyes in some kind of weirdly perfect geometry
literally every memory i have of you involves
the strange triangle between
eyelid, browbone, bridge and nostril.

i loved you so much
more than i ever loved my own home
more than home as a word because home
as a word doesn't mean much on its own.