left, right?

I forgot which hand you write with.

I heard our song on the radio and felt you

in my chest

lukewarm tendrils clutching around nothing

for the first time

in a long time.

And I thought about

writing you a note.

But if you wrote me back

what hand would you use?

In trying to recall those times when

you’d drape your left arm on the back of your chair and it occasionally would

rest on my desk

a second home

so you could write

spindly letters with your right palm

I remembered then

over and over

of how you so wholly broke

my heart