I wonder if it’s because you feel me
that you reach to touch
I wonder if you roll over at night
half-awake, for hogging the blankets
when I’m not there.
I wonder if you know I’m leaving
if it’s only subconsciously
that your instincts react
but you don’t know why.
I wonder if some part of you panics
to sense that I’m already gone.
I wonder where you were
when I left.