I don’t want you far away; While I sit here, reading one book after another pondering how I've had to delay every conversation for another day since you haven’t been around. But you’re unhinged; indifferent; still the same. You’ve met women the likes of me, and you hold an ambiguous interest in everybody. And I’m here; opting disconnection as a form of protection creating clear demarcations of what you can and cannot see; creating limitations to my vulnerability. I’m here; holding my suspect edifice upright in the air, as atlas did the sky.