Reigniting what 
once was
never works 
the kindling 
we were 
that once 
set everything 
ablaze had 
gotten wet
unable to 
catch spark 
time has
a way
of moving 
one on
while keeping 
the other 
its prisoner 

I miss
no one 
I missed
only me 
but now 
we’ve found 
each other 
and we 
tell stories 
about what 
we did 
when we 
were apart 
old friends 
we are

If it were
up to me
I’d like to 
live without a 
past to just 
show up here 
right now because 
that’s how I 
think that people 
retain the precious 
privilege that life 
is to all
imagine being new
now what would 
you then do 

I just wanna 
be left alone 
not for any 
really real reason 
except for maybe 
I have found 
my burrow my
den and my
dearest and I 
know that there’s 
very little left 
to ever find 

I may be 
round I’m not 
square and as
round I don’t 
fit by force
or will or
wish or whatever 
I am round 
like a balloon 
I am heavenly 
like the world 
or the moon 
or a comet 
streaking through the 
night’s sky setting 
it beautifully ablaze 
I’m not square 
never have been 
no edges here 
which to poke 
or catch or
be cut by
I am round 
round and round 
I merrily go