LESS THAN LESS
Your face so close to mine, only in an attempt to hear me talk, looking slightly down at me. The ball never was in any court.
I am within a kind of dimensional plane, a zone, if you will. One in which I keep trying to leave and you kindly keep me in place.
The constant physical contact I still don’t really understand. Looking slightly up at you. I’m going to try forming this into an apology.
I’m sorry that I…
It was wrong because…
In the future, I will…
Will you forgive me?
But will you, really? My god, will you?