You have settled into yourself

You have settled into yourself
Wrapped yourself in bones and skin
You emerge with tremulous eyes, as though on the edge of tears
and a beautiful mouth unsure of speech
To never be anyone else
Confined to the childhood that is yours,
love that is yours, loss that is yours
Have you ever seen a body, wrapped in worn-out shawls ,
rushing past in the pavement
and felt a twinge in your heart
of a life that you narrowly missed possessing?
And to love someone, like I love you,
 So specifically, How does that work?
Would I not love you if you shed your skin and bones,
and all the debris of your mind,
all the things that you said
and all the songs that you sang?