the switch

we have spent
so many nights apart

our entire lives

and yet
each night without
your arms
feels so strange

as though
something’s gone

when i know that
i have all my limbs
all my fingers
all my toes

my nose is still
there in the middle
of my face

my freckle
still intact

yet still
there is a feeling
of something missing

your breath
against my neck

the warmth
that radiates
from your back

i know how
to live without
these and yet

it is
so strange