I can still see all the things I memorized
about your body
when I was with you.
And sometimes
I close my eyes
and still see your clavicle
still see your birth marks
still know your hands
I know your winding roads and curves and on ramps and exits
I know your faults and defects
and imperfections.
And I
still smell your chest
your disfigured bony chest.
And then I remember everything else.