Under Your Skin

You knew me
more deeply than
I existed.

I found myself
living under your skin,

or was it you living
under my skin.

What I felt for you
wasn’t just weather-
it was the pulse beneath.

When you were gone,
the room forgot how to breathe,

even the windows grieved.

The moon entered me
where you had been.

I kept speaking
to what was not there.

Outside, the wind
kept searching-
somehow it knew how
to find you.

It was more
forgiving
than either of us.