"I can't even explain me to me," I said.
And afterwards I thought,
"You might be someone I could love."
It's strange when a color takes on
the meaning of mountains---encircling me.
How I long for some circumference---
a border, a barrier, arms.
I know I'll look back to find you fading
row behind row into the whiteness.
I'll turn away though.
It hurts my eyes to look too long in that direction.