Walling
I understand. Not because of empathy but as a reckoning. An acknowledgement of how hard it is to try. Always subliminally, "Read the room, you're an adult.", so now I look for meaning and find it in the most mundane of cues. "Why did you put your bag between us?", you look uncomfortable answering the question. You've put a physical barrier between us, it must be indicative of something. You say it's nothing. I don't know when I'll see you again, I revel in your presence. You're my one and only carnal desire, let me kiss you goodbye... "We'll see each other soon.", you say and again I cannot stop thinking about you putting your bag between us. Always subliminal, I figured that was the reason you couldn't express what you felt. It was terrible to always have to guess. Because half a year had gone by so fast and I felt the change of weather. You made me hone my perception because you felt you were unseen. When clarity came to m...
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