Sharing

I stepped inside of you

To see myself

Instead, you may have 

Poured over my body

angles and shadows

orbs and blurs

Alone in the corner

Of your stoic apartment

Lost at the airport

Locked out

a paper on the ins and outs

<span><p>writing. is it sane?</p><p>is it good?</p><br /><p>putting something down</p><br /><p>picking up</p><p>where we left off</p><br /><p>a million ways to see it</p><br /><p>now, moving less, less</p><p>time</p><br /><p>now</p><p>returning</p></span>