Rotation

Crossing from State Street to Plymouth
I near collapsed when I saw you
You hummed to the sound of a shadow song
Like the too-soon pangs spinning through my head
(I didn’t want to just wait around) (well,
I did) and you hadn’t seen me yet
(Being near you is a well) and I wouldn’t
Let you see me (filled with fire burning
At my lungs; it’s like jumping into an unspun
Top) so I hid (a metaphor, for we are going
In the same direction) and ran. (but, as
Always to different stops)
(And maybe that’s a metaphor too)
I should stay away from you.