Foreign fingers 

His fingers felt different
foreign

while they traced my skin

lightly, carefully

almost like yours used to

and his lips were a different kind of soft-          as if he was scared                                                 that my dry ones may crumble and break?

his arms wrapped around me securely and 

I was still numb, but I wasn’t thinking of you 

it was only when I allowed someone else to take me to galaxies once familiar to you and i

to let inside my world and see the constellations made up on my freckled body,
when I realized that my world doesn’t orbit around you

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