This poem was meant to capture the intimate feeling of being known in some sense of the word, while still remaining unseen at the end of the day. In my mind, I associate it with the sense of someone looking through you and not genuinely seeing you. This can be applied to any form of relationship, whether it be familial, friendly or romantic, though I feel like my poem can be interpreted as focusing more on a romantic relationship. Though of course, art is subjective, and many other interpretations can be drawn from this poem, none of which are completely incorrect.
Forget
You have the horizon line of my collarbone
memorized and could sketch a diagram
of how our hands envelop one
another yet you do not
remember how I take
my coffee in the
morning.