I found a piece of myself

twisted in your bed sheets and blankets

In the elastic cords of your computer.

I heard a piece of me in the music we played

In the tunes that so faintly fogged the windows

In our breath that so lightly condensed on the walls

In the squeak of your old bed springs.

And in the midst of that soft sweet melody of love

I came to realize -

Lover, you’ve hit me hard.