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You are too much bones to be so soft,
to fit in the arms this close against the heart.
I cannot feel between us and afterwards
I am staring at my spine.

(And I remember that rainy day we hugged,
even to the dark sticking of your hair to your shirt collar.
I have entire winters of you stored in my memory,
but I can never remember the cold, sharp as it always was,
I can never remember the cold.)