Regresso

You waited for my dreams
To get sour 
Now you call me friend
There is a longing 
In your sweet distant eyes
And you tell me of books
You read years ago. 
To hear you laugh 
Might make want
To drown in your hair 
Again
To touch all the places
We mapped on our bodies

But I know not to stop,
I smile and walk.

Our skins are still shedding.