by Corey Sonier

Second Place: *The David Middleton Poetry Prize*

I no longer see myself
in the crinkles of your nose
or the creases on your palms,
for I am no longer there—
as if I ever was.
Did you leave your love
on the windowsill,
or in forgotten shoes
by the door?
Only left with memories of
hearts that never touched,
never quite resonated,
always a beat out of place,
not quite a melody.
Songs we tapped toes to
were never quite our own.
dancing with phantoms
on two left feet.