Space

I had a friend once.
we had a good time.
it was nothing special.
we’d share a snack,
talk about funny event,
and share the same space.
it was a good time.
the more I try to hide my longing for it,
stronger, and deeper it spreads its roots
Until it becomes a transient sentiment
in a vacuum of numbed senses.
I remember,
but sometimes I wonder
if it holds me back.

4.29.2023