we have spent
so many nights apart
our entire lives
untouching
and yet
each night without
your arms
feels so strange
as though
something’s gone
missing
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
constellation
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
now.
narinda heng 