encircle

why or why not. would i spend my energy resisting that connection. to feel the hurt. spill all over me every time i am in front of it. keeping it detained, every time i am away from it. containing all the emotions within one drop of language. inside the box, that kept me alive when i was alone with it. the moment we embrace, i spill into a lonely little puddle, words fall all over, my breath starts coagulating, i forget i am here now with you, i remember i am missing something big, i am defined by that loss, i am submitting to that place, i see you far in front of me and i cant see you anymore, you look back, i make you out, out-lined in the dusty air between us, you try to reach for me and i just cant make it fast enough, i fall behind even more, giving up the path i am expected to tread on, and just make a little spot there for myself to wonder in. wander around in, in circles for a while.