I know you think you have the time to limit me,
and the subject reaches me sorely.
But you become
my difference — the climate of my mind.
Settling in, we move rigid and tense in the darkness.
I type the patterns of your brain and out of you comes the reasoning
The reasoning by which you abide.
While we make the decisions we crave,
too quick to stabilize the means of our wants,
quietly and out of focus
Liking you is receding myself
to understand and I can’t grasp
the meaning of your distance.
While you make me lonely and afraid, I want you
The person you feel away from,
and you push me aside to relieve it.
You become the meaning I deserve
and the light
cripples in your headlines,
woozy and focused on the problem at hand.
Lacking the perception of the implications you create
you lose me.
December 23, 2018