when i returned you didn’t

reach

out. I didn’t either, I’m done

reaching

for you. I have them. I have families. I have love, buckets full, truckloads full and you, you made me feel full too, once. Twice. Three times. Enough times that the times cannot be divided into times not really, because you showed me i was infinite. you showed me i was whole. you showed me that the universe, too was boundless. we are all un-countable. so i am done

reaching

for you because reaching makes my arms ache. reaching for you pushes you further away, i have the force, one that repels, one that pushes your further away the harder i

reach

for you.