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Windows and Circles

My entire life


No matter where I go, who I'm with, what I'm doing, how drunk I am


I have always felt on the outside - out of the picture


From childhood's hour


I have not been like others are


I've always been


Out of the conversation, at a distance


As though I am alone in existence


Everywhere I go, there is an impenetrable barrier


At home I'm a foreigner in my own land


I've always felt like a different breed


Slowing down when others pick up speed


As if I was the only one picking up the sounds or words that others don't hear


Deaf to the words that they do hear


I do not hear what others hear, I do not see what others see


Doing, saying, thinking things that others don't


When I try to explain what my world is like,


I baffle and stutter and can't find the words


And they look at me


From the other side of the barricade


With condescending, puzzled smiles


I've never really been a part of a group, a piece of a whole


Even in my own house, with my own friends,

I've always been an intruder


Everything I say, everything I do seems offbeat


I feel like everyone is dancing some sort of elaborate choreography


And I haven't learned the steps


Or they're all playing a game


And no one taught me the rules, or let me roll the dice


I've always felt out of it,


As if I was alone on the opposite side of an enormous, invisible window


Pressing my hands against the glass, tracing worlds in the fog


A stranger looking in


I've always felt it


Struggling to break the sturdy facade


In crowded parties, sleepovers,


Lunch breaks, with my family, with best friends

 



But with him


I'm not an outsider


Even though we argue, or call each other names,


Or slap each other, or steal each other's pens


We understand each other


Simply


Easy


With him


There is no window, no barrier, no wall


When we talk, there is only us


Encased in a small, invisible circle


A circle I'm not excluded from


Which enclosed us, and protects us from the world


All the others fade,


And only remains this sort of forcefield


There's no plausible explanation


For this halo


Nothing logical about it


Nothing like "we just get along",


Because we don't, not always


But the circle is there


Undeniable and hopefully eternal

 



One day I'll trace that circle


Around us, and he'll see it


too

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