As I rub lotion into my too-dry skin
The brown turning whitish, grey
I remember those nights together
Your hand on my back
"You have such smooth skin"
Whenever you tell me this, I
Either give you a matter-of-fact
"It's the lotion I use"
Or laugh off the compliment,
and then kiss you
But now, those moments feel like they are
So far in the past
Like decades have passed since
Even though it's only been a few months
A few cursed months that turned
My body into an object of pity,
Indignity, aversion, malfunction
And you,
I realise that I miss you
Or perhaps,
I just miss the life I had
Back then
