I like it that way.
I can’t stop meeting you.
Early turns into late before
I know what I’ve done.
I’ve given up avoiding
You. It’s no
Use. I’m an addict.
You’re a habit
I can’t break
The silence that encloses
Me. It startles
Me. It beckons
Me.
You are not home.
You are not comfortable.
Somehow, I like you
Enough that I
Come back
Again and
Again.
You have a secrecy
That turns into a mystery
I can’t solve.
Sticky with guilt
It trails behind me everywhere
The remains of
Unsolvable you.
We’re strangers.
I like it that way.