Circles

These are the spaces without corners,

spaces where we cannot find a place to hide.

Spaces that continue to come around again,

and again I come around to these spaces.

Like a memory, or the shape of a whisper.

A muttering once spent years ago, but stained

on the front of my shirt for all to see, 

and no where to hide, no corner to conceal.

Circles around every face I believe to be yours,

or a roundabout in the road I take to return.

Return to the part I have artificially constructed,

the part when we kissed in the corner for all to see.

Spinning in this same circumference, 

there is no corner to hide from my make believe.

The running comes back to the beginning,

the start of you is what i find in the end. 

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Reviews

[Dripping Chocolate Madn..]

Circles do seem to be the preferred method of travel for humanity, in general.
I'm not sure if that's even escapable.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the perfect circle of love...but when it is broken, we still imagine it to be, we still look for it...
One end is another beginning...does she remember? does she hope to mend that circle? Or does he just
engage in wishful thinking?
a very engaging write, Cory,
j.

[Cory Barrett]

Thank you, Jacob