I don’t do intimacy with strangers 

And although they don’t know the depths of my soul 

Parts of them wonder about me when they’re alone

Lip locking with my chakras 

Because their “hellos” don’t sound like echoes 

There’s more behind it

It’s not emptiness built on nothings.
And although I may not want anything  to do with the person

Parts of me remain

Where we last met

Holding parts of what’s left

Because I know they’ll return 

No one wants to leave remains of themselves 

At places that don’t feel like home