After the party

As our bodies collide

and we miss each other,

I start thinking of all the times we have touched

but not touched.

I open my mouth to tell you this

then shut it again without saying a word.

Our bodies part and we tuck and fold,

packaging ourselves up again,

gifting ourselves once more to everything

that is not each other.

It is time for your coffee and my tea.

As we go we carry ourselves under our arms,

unopened presents taken home after the party.

Patricia x

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