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–
catch,
release.

But if I hadn’t seen the wire,
felt the gentle tug,
I might never have known that I was

always

meant to be put back.

A spectre of connection without distance,
and me,
greedy for time.