distance is suffocating

each morning we'd sit
and sit
only sit
and view the worlds first awakening men
the sun would come crawling from behind our hills and
buckets of light would be poured right above our head
but I don't think we ever shielded our eyes
we'd just sit
and sit
only sit
we shared quite the routine you and I

You do not speak
you do not think
you do not hear
nor do you listen
you are not yourself but a portrait of someone else
you've grown up
so you say
I didn't know that growing up
meant to be everything but yourself

I watched him hypnotize
the other girls
as he does the fruit in the trees
the clouds in the sky
As he did me
-Jandy Nelson