Too Close

I didn’t mean to make my way back to this place,
but beyond my best intentions,
behind my back,
my fingers were crossed,
and I was awake, for just a second.

I am inches from all that I fear,
and I feel nothing.
I got my licence,
just so I could show the shop assistant how well I’m ageing,
when I buy juice and cigarettes,
and as she looked at me,
I wondered if she thought about who she was looking at,
and if she would miss me when I didn’t stop to show her my licence anymore.

I’m back in the shadows,
lonely on my own island,
exiled by my own insistence,
and that’s fine.

Please tell me that it’s fine,
but don’t come too close.