Circles

The first time I laid my eyes upon her

She carried herself with an air of regality.

With every step she took

It resonated around the halls


Swaying me like a hypnosis.

I imagined her as circles.

So whole, so beautiful.

I would catch a glimpse of her.


Then another,


And another.


Never have I experienced such excruciating happiness.

The inordinate longing hurt.

I drew more circles on the dust covered window

Fingers feculent but my love was rounded.


Finally I drew the line

Stopped this obsession with the girl so fine.

I took the hike I never dared to.

I drew a line.


I drew a circle big enough

Big enough for the two of us.

Her hand in mine

As we strolled down the path of time.


The last time I saw her

She was so ghostly pale

As if the drooping sun could leak through her.

I had to free my grip and let her go.

It was her turn to watch the sunset fade.


I sit on my own and stare at the horizon and

It is then I realised

Circles are but a thin line.

A single split

And nothing can patch the inky blackness inside.



--Ryan, 14/2/2023

Theme : Love