We all stop and stare in your direction – why

are you acting this way? Tell me.

What’s going on? Is this another game? My

intuition tells me that I cannot see

what’s right in front of me.


An abstract noun that you do

not embody tells me that I should

leave. I’m wondering who

you’ll be today – could

it be me? Yes, you should.


Not long ago, I thought you

embodied it but you were there

to prove me wrong. Do

you want to tell me where

you got the idea that

I’d be okay with that?


Diminishing, as I

watch and try

to analyse.