My Circle

I felt it, once.
Both the urgency, and, the ability, to
Slip you in my pocket mouth and
Peg you from the inside out.

I feel that, now.
But, you’re hanging by a thread.
You’re on the top of my lyrical tongue, but
You’ve already spread your wings and gone.

I see it, now.
How I always thought you a word away,
As if to spill you on a peace of paper-
As if I could spell you on a thin-leaf page.

I know that, now,
Even though you’re a gunshot away, and
You’re getting stronger every day,
You’re always in my ashen atmosphere.

You’re still the same, and,
You’ve always been right here.