Origami

you came and claimed your space insisted instead of instead of

ignored the lack of vacancy

then asked me to unfold my origami

blind to it's form

and the pressed creases

that it took it to take it's form

it was not fragile it was strong

not to be invaded

then

unintentionally disengaged

it became yours for a minute

as it fell

my form was of your keep

lost then found

engaged in a game of paper, rocks, scissors

left not crumbled but invaded

fragile and unraveled

unable to tell your skin from my own unable to tell if i was

me looking at you

or was i you looking at me

it was then when i felt

i lie here flat and unformed

limp and crease-less

your absence like punishment

teaches me only that origami is beautiful and what remains here are but scraps and torn edges of paper after a game with rocks and scissors

still it was then when i felt