I'm bleeding salt from my eyes, IV
I've held you for 273 days, 9 months, ¾ of a year,
felt the arch of your shoulder blades
and the 31 segments of your spinal cord,
under my palms.
I know your back, but-
there is nothing familiar about it, as
you turn from me
and walk away in the storm;
the sound of thunder
was just your footsteps
amplified.