The city remained somewhere behind the eyes,

Ahead, the landscape had no instructions.

We entered it carrying our private disorder,

still flickering.

the beautiful inconvenience of being two

without ever becoming one.

Closeness changed temperature.

Desire learnt distance.

What once needed walls began to breathe better without them.

There were days when your skin felt familiar,

others when I preferred the geography around you.

Perhaps this is what we came looking for.

A place wide enough to stay,

wide enough to leave.

And the rare freedom of not knowing which.