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?