What if I'm still slightly in love with you (and you and you)? You (and you and you) have moved on and have found embraces elsewhere. Or maybe you haven't moved on. Maybe your thoughts and words are not focused on moving, but rather staying with the stagnant and watching with wondering eyes. Your attention to what others move past unaware is why I still cling to you or the idea of you or the idea of the idea of you and you are a labyrinth. Did you already know this? You are simultaneously a meditation and a maze into madness. Keep your eye on the edges and ledges that passively surround you; who knows what will fall?
I am quietly feeling the shape of your bones from thousands of miles away.