Dry

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