You're standing like lovers,
and acting like strangers.
You're certainly acting,
you're playing a role in some world
that binds you to maintain
the empty space between your bodies.
We know that empty space,
The abyss isn't black,
it's hollow.
I'm scrawling my story
on the feet of strangers
and I'm talking out loud,
with my hands.
back to
the apartment.
To sit, and think.
About people who stand apart,
because they must,
must?