I think I have found
simple solitude for a day
reincarnating mere secrecy
levitation without spirits
a stagnant patience floating
reminiscent of memories
projected through
faces the way I see them
carefully animated,
all movements silenced in these calm,
shimmery hours

now it scares me to think
how little it could have been
barely enough to share
except for her smiles
and his head coming close by
sneaking upon me
these scorching fires
so I want to show him backstage
deliver these days from
adjustments
peeling off the grey of the days
to open up wholly
careless and lonely
happy as I can be

a full circle
wrapped up
with no limbs
that would reach outside
only myself
breathing calm
anticipating the warmth
prepared to catch thy flame.