Restrained to an afterthought:

I thought I saw you at the park the other day, all bundled up.

The fire was smoking; water jug, just in case?



You weren’t approachable; didn’t even look—a closed book.

I walked right past. I couldn’t approach.

Restrained to an afterthought…

Did I stay here?

while you went there?

A test to see if it’s you or it’s me?

A horr-end-ous rewind

A WHOLE ME, a WHOLE YOU, will WE ever come through?