Cycling.

I have been parceling out poetry like some sort of Pandemic
Having tried hard to hold it in
And having had to house it for so many minutes
Now it comes out
Pouring
Plummeting
Skyrocketing
Into words and black and white imagery that pastes itself properly and central to the story...

I lost something back there
You know?

Something important...

But I can't remember what it was, and so I've had to stop searching and go on with my Life.
With Myself.

A relief to you, I suppose.

The cute kid in acting class
The thrill of meeting his eyes
Sharing the stage
A kiss
A moment.

Coffee with a stranger
Checking in with friends who are allowed a bigger role now
A space to fill?

Time at least.

Time.