I wish I could take you with me.
I know you watch me, unable to access
the world inside my head
that tempts me away
in the middle of the day,
in the middle of conversation,
in the middle of a thought -
I wish I could give you a reason other than:
I measure my life by poems,
map the world in sheet-paper.
I wish I could keep the explanation going,
drive it further,
until understanding colours your eyes.
I wish I didn't have to say,
I'm sorry. Tomorrow, more tomorrow.
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