ARGO

I’d rather not share much of myself and return to the place I was again, turning your face towards something which you cannot see. Neither of us can touch each other on which no longer is. I miss when you had already and always bared witness, when I never had to reveal myself as you never closed. Im sure you didn’t know you weren’t barred from me when we had forgotten each other on disparate lines. But somehow when we meet at the point of incidence you knew what had been missed. And I reflect that which has already crossed its own distance to find the time between us now. I want to share what we couldn’t have in your absence, twisting us together in the space we meet. Generally speaking however, you are to bring yourself to mourn for the other’s absence, travelling back to arrive where we already were.