My circle is full, There's no space for you But yet you push Encroaching on my depths. Tangible. Languishing. The need for warm drinks on chilly nights. The arm on a shoulder after a weep. The ache from a belly laugh so hard you cried. A space I didnβt know needed filling.
Iβve lost you before I had you. Youβre not mine to keep.
The centre of me aches.
My circle is full, And yet youβre there, pushing.