Zebra Thoughts

At
(it was the pair of heavy
eyelids who stayed up 
all night
and brought you the mailbag, so you could read
handwritten letters scribbled
byway of a stranger’s pencil. What you stole
will never be yours)
last, I found you
out.

How do I miss some
One? How can I miss someone?
I cannot find you.

Bracelets
Hair
Water
Time
Sweat
Soap
Shampoo
Smiles
Filth
Skin
Breath
Sight
Innocence
Ourselves.