Recollection

I sit within this bed and allow these sheets to create a home around my skin

and when the coldness finally strikes

the memories of you start to fade back in

Like the time you rushed to tell me you love my words, how I listen, my body

And then, to avoid the real question, you’d find the soft spot between my legs, tracing your rough hands between every curve

Hoping to drag out every ounce of anger in my voice