different tables

sitting in the same room

next to the truth is also the facts

i didn’t know much about me

when you and i began to interact

sitting in the same room

i see tangles far away from the knots

the tension comes from forcing closeness

so now i undo the threads of my own thoughts

sitting in the same room

i hear words being quieted by action

promises tasting like the sour of an unripe fruit

while the big of me becomes a smaller fraction

sitting in the same room

with the realities of what we allow

you came in and stretched my corners wide

then wanted to walk away, but didn’t know how

although both, sitting in the same room

sharing space yet living with no label

how you make me feel and what i do about it

may never sit at the same table