An Unseen Thing

All and nothing


It was an unseen thing,

the glimpse of you that led

to the tensiled thought,

strung through me,

I, wired tighter,

hummed harder,

the closer you got,

I, worried for the snap retraction

if we ever had some mental interaction,

Sat I,

in the gap, strayed,

afraid of changes and possible rejection,

And it would be an unseen thing,

to re-string myself, again,

So glimpses, strings

and tensiled thoughts

are all I got.

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