Keep in touch
I am not good at keeping in touch It’s like I have no control over this I know the requirement, to take part in the give and take and that it is all my taking I can give, I am able, but it’s limited-ish? Is what I’m trying to say. And it’s like how I sleep sometimes I’m a turn away-er, I do it in my sleep unaware that I’m turning my back to my love it’s the way I move naturally through this atmosphere I turn I am a rotater I do not stay still And as I turn the lid closes behind me The lid from me to you The draw bridge and I do not turn to face it or try to lift or jump across. I don’t even think about it I don’t see it I curl up, curl in sleep It’s how my axis skews The access to me to you I’ve tried so hard to be the one who initiates the keeping in touch. I bought regular stamps and post card stamps and lots of notecards. They are right where I can see them but there is no will from my thought to my brain to putting the pen to paper or for even composing a simple tex