Old Appearances

I once occupied you.

Lived in your skin, 

Manifested in your movements, 

Danced in your shoes. 

In your flesh - 

I found myself

And learned love. 

(but)

I began to pour tea

without the spoon. 

And my mind became occupied. 

And my feet found new steps. 

You were no longer on the list

of what I held, 

not the captain

or cargo. 

(It doesn't take much

To find yourself

A thousand miles away)

Because you were me - 

And I was me - 

Then I was me - 

And you were

Her still. 

I could recognize your movements, 

your brushes against my skin.

My old in a man I knew. 

My love

we did not collapse

no one quit - 

You were me manifested in the flesh

and I became different.