where’s where

still standing here

where you left

don’t you know

how to find me

i am a soft pullover of yours

i am the slippery sunlight in between the toes

there is a deep love under my armpit

a bit of warmness glowing still

where you spent

an evening kissing the usually empty space

just behind my knee

it is stiff now

a place i hadn’t known on me

till you

here

the shadows have become the dangerous dark

the breaths marry the holy air

but i do not move

aren’t i a simple look behind

can’t i be the clothing you took from your dad

who years ago when years weren’t years

wore this sweater wrapped over my arms now

when he told a woman blessed by a summer

and the idea that there is a forever in another person

that this too

will not work

you told me

years later

that he was unhappy

and that every woman after

was as well