I lean into you,
not because you are mine
but because you never were.
Somewhere in this distance,
my attachment took root,
in a place I cannot reach
and cannot leave.
The warmth I longed for
always stayed just out of reach,
like light behind an open window
that never touches my skin.
And I,
with all my longing,
have learned to rest
in the arms of the unattainable.
