A Poem: The Left Behind Becoming

“The Left Behind Becoming”

I undress myself to crawl into you

I lay in a green bed

Unmade

I become

I wrap myself in your scent

Left behind

I clothe myself with you

The indention is still in my pillow

I can touch your face

As I become.

I wrap myself in your arms

Left behind

I undress myself

To crawl into you

I cloth myself with you

I become

And you are left behind

I breathe you

I become

I feel you

The left behind you