I start to get in a routine.
I leave clingy times behind.
I'm comfortable waking up with only
my expressions & thoughts.
I invite my focus to face myself.
I sweat beside hillsides on my own.
I'm with the breeze & the trees & my capable knees
breathing deeply. Quietly.
There's no one meeting me.
I crave touch not to soothe or rule me;
but because I'm human.
It's alright if my laundry is unfolded
or my legs aren't shaved.
It's okay if I don't have energy today.
I don't worry about the interpretation of events.
I don't worry about the present
shifting to past tense.
My heart is only speaking to me. Happy & alone.
Then you come along
& I want to fuck this all up.