I miss the luxury of being careless with my feelings
Of being able to melt in the conciousness of another human
The privilege to unfurl
To just be
Lay it anyhow like shuffled cards of a rigged Whot game
Where we only won
Two in one
One and only one
Availability is often not the problem
Its the “can” part
Can you take it
Can you receive it
Can you be all by just being without trying to be
Will you even?
People are never enough
If you really look back
You will see you always just made do
Or maybe it’s the human amnestic myopia
You think you’ve tasted it
Then you are reminded that what you even think you remember is a lie.
Or a prayer, a hope that something far better should come when it’s time.