Something I thought I'd forgotten

I wore your skin for too long and
became myself in your likeness.
Danced steps
over
and
through
until my face disappeared into yours
and spoke only words
to ease the distance
between
you
and
he.

Carelessly you wrote stories on your hands
and held them to my chest
so that my insides would know only you
and would wither when you were not here.
And you are not here. 
And you were never here.

Now I hold onto time
like I will find answers there if my grip is tight,
knowing all the while
that I will find only what you left
and that even nothing won't grow into something
no matter what I do.