Looking at you stung.
Being next to you again
for another springs end,
felt like never ending
beginnings of falling
to some sort of death.
Wasps bzzzz
              Zzzzzzzzzzz
                  Zzzzz
         ­             Zz
                       Zzzzzzzzz
     ing.
Against the walls of my stomach.

Swallowed whole by hope,
I don’t know
who you are. Ever.
I don’t know who I am
ever.

Season’s rotation spent tripping in circles around you
are a lifetime and more.
A mere glimmer
through the eye of this storm.

I have known since genesis
how your light refracts mine.
Spider’s silk caught in sunbeam.
Unraveling sun from sky.

I come back to find you different.
Adapted to despair. I become burdened and create distance,
Avoidant attachment floating in air.

H
    A
        N
            G
                S
and
                 C
               L
             I
         N
      G
   S

like a thick,
low fog
at fallen angel’s midnight.

Every morning light
always left us
and acquainted us
the same.