I don't see her(mod edit)

[Bunx]

I don’t see her
but she is here everywhere;
            in the morning
                        cupboard doors agape;
            in the sink a sodden, half-eaten creation of a nocturnal alchemist
with an appetite;
            in the history tests and text 
books oozing from her bloated pack
            that festers in the entry;
discarded clothes
flaked like itchy reptilian skin                                                                               
            leading away;
in forgotten elementary lessons etched deep
into the ebony of the dining room table.
The blue Subaru’s gas gauge at empty,
                        its rims excoriated against curbs,
lessons learned;
in the detritus of a deciduous forest
                        shed from limbs on her bedroom floor;
in the quiet of the climbing moon searched by anxious ears
for the late crunch of tires or creak
            of a darkened stair;
in her mother’s eyes
            and the breeze
as she blows through.
 
Should I see her
before she goes,
I could not say goodbye; risk
the feel of her smooth cheek against stubble,
hear her soft words in my ear,
arms tightening around.
Should I hold her
I would have to let her go.

I don't have much to add to the technical qualities of this poem, but was drawn to comment because of the imagery, and symbolism / connotations. I dig the flow of the poem as well. I keep wondering that the relationship is between the narrator and subject. My first thought during the beginning of the poem was definitely roommate / family though I feel it could be almost anything. I think the mystery is the strength of the poem. The first stanza is an interesting way of profiling a subject that I enjoyed.

Thanks for the read