At times, I run through our past,
our exchanges and interactions,
like how I would feel a pretty wall,
but with some bumps and cracks.
And for each incident
I keep guessing a probability
of the cause of the distance.
At times, I say I've gone past
our state of affairs,
which seems like it was more of
my mind playing tricks
based on my expectations
you never met,
or never had to meet.
Did I
misread enthusiasm as affection
mistake impulse for attention
misjudge disinterest as preoccupation
misinterpret indifference as silence
It perhaps was...
A perspective that you never had
An angle that you never viewed us from
Perhaps, the wall is in my head.
Who can tell?
~ 12 Jan, 2024
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