Defence

As always, a game of:

who felt the least

who forgot the most

who didn’t say the words,

ask for more.

To be without,

that is the status quo

and anything more is greedy indulgence

a betrayal of all of the mechanisms

we’ve unconsciously agreed to.

A moon lit pool,

your feet dipped in.

Jumping across sand, following footsteps.

How nice, to just be present

Eyes on the escape hatch (but I miss you)