being human

I don't like you,
I never did,
I don't trust you,
I never did,
and yet today,
when you walked away
with your belongings,
loaded one by one,
onto the waiting truck,
I felt a pang in my heart -
the pain and the joy
of turning our backs
and going our own ways,
as I was held among bristles,
pricking me awake
to what will always remain
between us -
the soft animal
of this body,
this being human,
you and me,
without a name.