tragic

do you remember
the touch that swallowed our hearts,
how moments so small
built all our everything,

like wheels on dry grass
and the loom of our hands
and holding your earrings?

i do.

and i have reached
further and harder than surgeons
to pull myself out of you

but I can
Not.

the flecks and pieces of me
lodged
so deep and invisible:
splinters of a shattered microchip
forever lost in you.

And this.
binding up.

Always.

of inquisitions
about
pieces of you
inside me too.


Sometimes,
when I don't want to,

I still find them.
& me.
Clutching and Pushing at this urge to give them back.