We’re never in the same place, at the same time
When I am swimming in the sunlight
High on our last conversation
You turn away…
When I am grounded again
Both feet back on the floor
You confess that you could love me
I don’t get it
Is this some sort of ritual
Or just a death dance?
I wrote this about a week ago, but I suppose it’s as good a time to post it as any
