I told you
I loved you

to the bone.

Perhaps that wasn’t it,
But boy are you still there
In my depths
Crushed between my marrow
And my ancestors’ gifts –
Stuck like a cloth
In a gap between timbers
Purposedly tucked in.

No room left,
No air.

I felt your touch

To the bone.

I loved your quirks

To the bone.

I shattered
when you walked
without even throwing my way

A bone.