"Every Morning"

Every morning I am faced

With the back of your head.

Your freckles and your sunburnt tans--

I saw them all.

When the little hairs at the nape of your neck grew long,

I noticed.

It was an average head,

As far as heads go,

And although we never once spoke,

And I never saw your face,

I knew the back of your head better than anybody,

So I'm sorry

I think

For the intimacy behind my eyes

The day you finally turned around.