As our bodies collide
and we miss each other,
I start thinking of all the times we have touched
but not touched.
I open my mouth to tell you this
then shut it again without saying a word.
Our bodies part and we tuck and fold,
packaging ourselves up again,
gifting ourselves once more to everything
that is not each other.
It is time for your coffee and my tea.
As we go we carry ourselves under our arms,
unopened presents taken home after the party.