Poem - "I Would Know You"

You lay face down

I trace patterns onto your back

Inscribe in the negative space

Butterflies do not see their own wings

And I recognize the scent of your home

But the air of mine is blank

You can’t taste the difference between nothing, 

and the absence of something,

And the familiarity of something that has always been there

Imagine the silence in place of my voice

A lull in the conversation that absence fills

Sometimes you only know you will miss something

Once it is already long gone