It’s the first and last time for everything.
It’s the first and last time for nothing.
How do I live in a world where I show love
While keeping a distance,
By keeping my distance?
How do I reconcile this situation?
A man lies in disturbed sleep,
In a stairwell
Just below street level.
Below everything.
Below, beneath, me.
I want to stop and talk to him.
I keep walking.
Neither my first,
Nor my last,
Time for nothing.
Tuesday, December 22 2020
I am struggling to hold it together.