Undoes

I recalled the game
without any windows.
I hated that room
without rules, its memory
still sitting there
in the dark. The nightingale
must have turned several
somersaults in a thunderstorm
before reading this.
And all the Russian novels
with their covers missing.
Your imaginary fingers
waiting my hair.
Yes, I sent my first dirty letter
but it was missing a proper stamp.
I lick the air in your absence
anyway.