Gravel

Each footfall brings me farther from you

and I know it is cliche to miss you 

in the length from your doorframe

to the front door of my Ford Escape

but you’ve closed the sliding glass 

before I had the chance to look once more

at those melting eyes that blend so well

with the leather of the couch you had me on

so rather I will think of the gravel beneath my feet

wearing away at the soles of my shoes 

first at the heel, then arch, then tip

imagining what nakedness feels like

amongst the stones.