Before you go,
sit here.
Explain.
Is it time to go back
-again
to the awkwardness of strangerhood?
To stop missing each other
until we wish we needed ‘us’
-again?
To entertain the curves of infinity,
the one they thought reaches forward endlessly,
only for him to return to the clutches of her who wants him,
him who retreats from the embrace of nature,
only to stride back
-again?
Sit here.
Pretend.
Humour her
with the promise of now.
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