You-Shaped Hole

I saw you sitting curly in the corner
as sure as the tides
your nerves were made of glass, your fibreoptics
jangled like a harp
your parachute hands captured me in crayon
a cardigan ad
your heady, hungry, singing swarms of light
held sweet promise in sight

now there's a you-shaped hole
where the you in us used to be
now there's a you-shaped hole

you got a mouthful underneath the bread light
and split clean in two
I have the photos, standard lamp and T-shirt
but they're not you
when I am fêted, wild and sick and shameless
what thing will you see?
maybe your one mind's eye will get me naked
or see straight through me

wind chimes ring, cells break and divide
antibodies, marrow and lime
platelets, pulses, collar and tie
slip knot, tree top, cannibalise