He called
And his pain spilt across the footpath
A curious shade of red
Anger too.
In front of me,
Surrounding me
Swallowing me
I didn’t mean to hurt you.

She called
And cautiously retreated
“I feel like I’m stuck in the middle”
Throwing an option to dangle in the air
Neither of us caught it.

Too soon?
Not for me. I don’t think so.
But for him. And that’s complicated.
I don’t want to tangle you in this
M-----.
Even your name gives me butterflies.
I don’t want you to feel caught up.
But you are.
And you have an option
You threw it up into the air
And maybe it’s the best one for you
I don’t want this to swallow you too.