i can’t help but notice the space that exists between me and everything now.
we talk circles around it when even the truth is
you’re closer than anyone else.
even if that isn’t saying much.

i can’t really tell you if it was always there and i never
bothered to notice.

or if this must have always been the case because
i was never who i am now
i’ll never be again what i was then
so this is really all new.
and maybe part of this now is

i can’t help but wonder if it’s
such a bad thing

just craft what you’ve been given to work with
mold it til it fits, til it’s right.

maybe this is exactly what should be.