wide space in a little corner

it was nice talking with you again. in that little corner where we try to hide from the stares of many. where we don’t mind time. or deadlines. or annoying bosses. or from the truth that we shouldn’t be seen together like this.

because like this is that wide space where people volunteer to join in to cover the distance, to create a false sense of certainty when all they have is a fraction of an abstract, to rush into a shared meaning where there’s none. it’s a wide open space that can fit my bloated ego and someone else’s bloated sense of insecurity.

but what if we did own up to that wide open space, claim it as ours, and fit that right into our little corner? we don’t know because we never thought of asking. we’ll probably not even consider answering.

i’m on the losing end on this one. i’m so used to it already. losing. being a loser. but i take joy in knowing that should we wish, we can always go back and claim that little corner—yet always tentatively—hiding from the stares of many, not minding time or deadlines or annoying bosses. not even from the truth that we shouldn’t be seen together like this.

because like this is how we both want it to be.