I thought I felt your shape but I was wrong Really all I felt was falsely strong I held on tight and closed my eyes It was dumb; I had no sense of your size It was dumb to hold so tight Ah But last night On your birthday in the kitchen My grip was loose, my eyes were open I felt your shape and heard you breathing I felt the rise and fall of your chest I felt your fall Your winter snows Your gusty blow Your lava flow I felt it all Your starry night Your lack of light With limp arms I can feel most of you I hung around your neck independently And my loss was overwhelmed By this new depth I don't think I ever felt But I don't know My nights are cold And I remember a warmth I could have sworn I wasn't alone