I recalled the note just four hours too late
the note that I had written to hide in your pocket
found scrunched and snow weathered in mine
three hours after I put you on that train
three hours befiore I dreamt you were here again

my pillow smells like you and it puts holes in my gut
my mouth still tastes of you and it keeps tired eyes shut
I'll make a cocoon for the rest of the week, and the whole of next
I'll hibernate until you come back, cut me out and put breath into me