I’m sitting. Staring straight ahead, feeling nothing when he smiles my way. Wanting nothing as he laughs at my jokes. I want nothing more than for him to fade completely into someone I see in passing at a monthly meeting. No pasts.
I’m free, finally I feel as if I can move without limits. That I can let my feet trace the contours of each continent. Now, my love, don’t worry about my pasts, they’re behind me now, nothing more than ink on the page. I’m not running away, I’d rather take you with me.
I’ll curl up with you until we forget the world outside my door. Until the roommates come knocking. Until the world comes calling.