There
I want to be,
But here
I am, reluctantly
Pacing
In circles…
We move,
syncopated time —
my duple time crotchets
to your triple time quavers
in a perfectly complex rhythm…
I hear the nicest things from you but the nastiest things from others, which surprisingly, came from you…
I thought your friends’ and my schedule were never right, until I realised you were denying us with all your might — and something little in me just died.