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Am I back where I started?

I felt as if I was finally out of your orbit, that the imminent collapse into you had been successfully averted. Yet now at this distance, free from expectation and thus unfazed by jealousy and rejection I feel myself being drawn closer to you again: like a moth to a flame. I cannot help it when you are the one who gets closer. I feel myself compelled to bridge the gap so that at some point between our bodies, your ankle to my elbow, your knees to my knees, your pinky to my thumb, we are one. I convince myself, there is no harm in this, that the creation of a perfect moment cannot possibly have untoward repercussions. I convince myself that I am strong enough to isolate this moment in time.

Tomorrow I will hurt again.

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