31

I wasn’t 
expecting to not 
get older 
I just didn’t think
it would happen 
to me. 
It was always
Some future version. 
But my skin this morning. 
I remember your skin. 
The skin around 
your thigh and butt, 
that I was so excited 
to have my finger tips 
embrace. 
The way your skin 
sat 
more
delicately 
than 
people like me. 
I was 20 years old. 
Your skin 
was,
a tad more dry 
soft. 
Less resistance. 
It surrendered more 
to my whimsical touch. 
The way it sat
on your bones. 
Not unattractive.
But,
like it had been there
longer than mine had.
Like a book
that knew 
it’s home on the bookshelf. 
You were 32. 
My skin,
I hydrate
eat Omega3s
exercise. 
But I feel it.