You’re a confidence of movement and gesture;
the ego and the storm.
Whatever glow you cast over others –
inviting, warm –
is really just a lure cast for the return.
It’s harmless, really–
But if I hadn’t seen the wire,
felt the gentle tug,
I might never have known that I was
meant to be put back.
A spectre of connection without distance,
greedy for time.