Just as I sat down
Looked at my phone
Days in a row
With nothing.

As I heard a friend tell a story
Of a coward
That wouldn’t pick up the pieces
When she fell apart.

I thought of you
As I made the choice
To make love to him that night.

As I touched his skin
Kissed his lips
Then watched him walk away.

As I flipped through a book
I didn’t want to read
At all.

I still think of you
When I look back on life
Never having had anyone
Get close enough
To really touch me.