phantom (adj).

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We loved each other on
the bed we made, which
was tangled with blame and
the notion that you were right
in principle but not delivery,
and I was an mess of feelings that
didn’t have names. You held
my body with familiarity and
looked at me with a gaze that
I did not recognize.

Is this the only place left
for us, where I speak to you
in questions and you paint
me like a stranger?