Patch

I found the hole
where you slipped
out from under
my hands.
If I squeeze my eyes
closed enough
I think I can see the outline
of where you were curled up.
I’m sure it’s your warmth
that is stuck to my palms.

I would patch this hole but
I know you will come back
because you left everything here.

And because I remember you get
cold so easily, I’ll keep my hands
just like this.