I guess it’s anger sinking in
distant, broken and bleeding.
I guess it’s distance becoming
the only thing I can feel.
You’re running into something,
someplace far from here.
You push and pull and run away
into anyone but me.
Is it me, is it you, is it both of us,
what are you trying to find?
I am lonely and angry and letting go
detaching to ease the pain.
Time is endless, time abounds
unless it’s time for me.
Time feels wasted, time feels lost
I just want this time to end.
Perhaps I’m pushing harder than you are running
but from here it’s easy to see.
I can feel it when you sit next to me
the pull and the need to be free.