… repurposing

Birthmarks in the cedar
This used to be our bed
The wood remembers where it was
Who it used to be
I still know how it all felt
My body can’t forget
My mind won’t let go
But my hand releases the sheets
You should be on that side
On my side
You belong here
Counting birthmarks with me
You have 3
Me 4
I know all of the structure’s nicks
But since it’s been a while since you’ve slept here
I assume you do too