All this time –
I have seen such changes
in you, counted the dry
husks of your selves arranged

like a calendar.
A simple thought – that I
might keep you together.
Your fragmentary life

I would chronicle,
wrapping your sloughed skins
around my wrists and ankles,
saving them from the wind.

My scattered lover –
as you freeze from instant
to instant, I will recover
the true shapes of your existence.