i couldn’t bear the thought of losing touch

with that piece of me, touched

by his affectionate pain

when the light is just enough

to slip through concrete cracks

and feed the earth in a place

where colors receive their names,

i feel in my chest, a familiar pull

as the cycle repeats, and we grow

distant, but not apart

fleeting moments trapped in time

recycle in my mind, 

of bodies entangled 

in only each other

only to be estranged right after

–g.g