You said, “Someone still loves you,” but how could you know?

You said, “Someone still loves you,”
but how could you know?
How could you know if the someone wasn’t you,
if the feelings weren’t rising from the bag of bones
in front of me, boiling underneath the skin you call a body,
in the blood that I tasted when you let me kiss your fingertips
in the aftermath of our first afternoon together,
how could you know?

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