drawn

draw you in dark lines
in the dark,
my pen unraveling
the thready knots
of then and now.

you sit on the other side
of the paper.
laugh as i trace
the contour of all
your outside edges,
snare my distraction
in light lines of
conversation, important

to keep my focus
from reaching max
capacity. from becoming
too intent, or intense
for you to cling to,
for you to know how
to handle.

either way, if you
reached now it
would be too late.

the space is refilled
no longer reserved,
and i, i have turned
thought and pen toward
other things.