I’ve realised how distant I’ve become
from almost everyone,
aside from the man who shares my bed.
And I’m not too sure when it begun,
this slow retraction of my hands and feet
until I am floating midair with relief,
wondering how many would be there beneath
if I were to fall.
So, I guess this is hello,
a nice to meet you again,
and apology without the right words
which says ‘I am sorry for being me,
for running away unnecessarily
any moment life feels too thick
to walk through with anyone other
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019