It's been a really long time.
Of seeing things in complete distortion,
wondering why this feeling reminds me more of a situation that doesn't exist anymore.
Why is that always happening?
Me,
somewhere else and where I am.



It was good to touch you,
a familiar pull
that comes and goes
till I have to start all over again,
working my way up to being bodies, together.
I felt like I really knew your name
and I like the way you think